David slammed the door shut as he stormed out of the house. Clenching his fists, he punched the wall and cut his knuckles. Not that it bothered him. 

His mind raced with thoughts of his father, his mother, and Faith, not forgetting that Camilla had offered to birth a child for him.

His mother's words had cut deep, and the reality that Faith had left him was like a punch to the guts. He hadn't expected her to go so quickly.

A part of him wanted to chase after Faith, to ...