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Book One: Dune
ButImuststandbeforethatblackBaronwithhisdeedaccomplished,andtakemyonechancetostrikehimwhereheisweakest—inhisgloatingmoment!
Hesighed.
“WoulditdisturbPaulifIlookedinonhim?”sheasked.
“Notatall.Igavehimasedative.”
“He’stakingthechangewell?”sheasked.
“Exceptforgettingabitovertired.He’sexcited,butwhatfifteen-year-oldwouldn’tbeunderthesecircumstances?”Hecrossedtothedoor,openedit.
“He’sinhere.”
Jessicafollowed,peeredintoashadowyroom.
Paullayonanarrowcot,onearmbeneathalightcover,theotherthrownbackoverhishead.Slattedblindsatawindowbesidethebedwovealoomofshadowsacrossfaceandblanket.
Jessicastaredatherson,seeingtheovalshapeoffacesolikeherown.ButthehairwastheDuke’s—coal-coloredandtousled.Longlashesconcealedthelime-tonedeyes.Jessicasmiled,feelingherfearsretreat.Shewassuddenlycaughtbytheideaofgenetictracesinherson’sfeatures—herlinesineyesandfacialoutline,butsharptouchesofthefatherpeeringthroughthatoutlinelikematurityemergingfromchildhood.
Shethoughtoftheboy’sfeaturesasanexquisitedistillationoutofrandompatterns—endlessqueuesofhappenstancemeetingatthisnexus.Thethoughtmadeherwanttokneelbesidethebedandtakehersoninherarms,butshewasinhibitedbyYueh’spresence.Shesteppedback,closedthedoorsoftly.
Yuehhadreturnedtothewindow,unabletobearwatchingthewayJessicastaredatherson.WhydidWannanevergivemechildren?heaskedhimself.
