52 Gavadiol Comes To Terms
Gavadiol Sorrentino had never been so bamboozled in his life. So he did the only thing he knew how to do best. The only place where he was ever truly comfortable. He took to the wild and remained there. Away from Terrilo, away from Konstantin and most importantly away from his father.
As of now, Gavadiol just wanted to put space between himself and his father. Of course, he could not bring himself to regard some dead king as his father even though he might be his biological father. No, that was simply not possible.
His father was Maxwell Sorrentino. Period. But the old man had wronged him. Why had he not told him?
He still remembered the evening the bombshell dropped, out there at the back of the cabin.
Gavadiol could not even continue with the plan they were supposed to make. He just dropped the tool in his hands and stormed off to the forest and he had been there ever since. It was the second week now.
They were searching for him. Sometimes he would hear his father calling

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