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The Callahan home was warm. The scent of fresh bread and herbs filled the air as Gray stepped through the door. For a boy who had grown up in the cold marble halls of the Beaumont estate, it almost felt unreal-too alive, too human, too warm.
"Mom, this is him," Ariel said with a proud smile, tugging him closer.
Her mother wiped her hands on her a