Moses Dodderidge: bad ass (and prophet) (![]() ![]() |
"What on earth could be--you're not the Dodderidge with people trying to--that's not." Moses sighed. "You shouldn't have to change your--" He couldn't even form a full sentence without giving away his own secret. He'd kept it quiet from Maddox, which was a bloody miracle let me tell you. He just--if there were things wrong with. He needed to know what was going, he--he had to protect her, for some reason. Merlin, that's--he had a problem, didn't he?
"Who's to say that whatever this problem you have isn't going to have some sort of adverse effect on the rest of the family, D? Wouldn't it be better to just--just let us know so we can....can help out with whatever the problem is?"
"Who's to say that whatever this problem you have isn't going to have some sort of adverse effect on the rest of the family, D? Wouldn't it be better to just--just let us know so we can....can help out with whatever the problem is?"
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