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MELTING STEEL

C.M. SEABROOK

SEABROOK BOOKS

Copyright © 2017 by C.M. Seabrook

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Epilogue

About the Author

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P R O L O G U E

Henry

TWENTY YEARS AGO…

I SWING my sword at my enemy, ramming it into his heart, and letting out a loud cheer as his blood and guts spill on the ground.

“You’re so weird.” Abby rolls her eyes at me, then turns and starts towards her house where the Sullivans are hosting their annual summer barbecue. She calls over her shoulder when she’s halfway up the hill. “Race you.”

“Not fair,” I shout back.

I’m about to chase after her when I hear a woman crying from somewhere behind the large bushes that line the driveway.

“You can’t be here,” a man shouts.

“I need you. Your children need–”

“Shut up.” There’s a sharp slapping sound followed by a cry of pain.

“Keep your voice down.”

My chest tightens as I push my way through the bushes in order to see better. I know I shouldn’t be here. I’m not allowed past the big trees and I’d be in a lot of trouble if my dad found out I was spying on grown-ups. But the woman sounds scared.

“If you don’t leave now, I swear I’ll stop payments completely.” The man has his back to me, but I know his voice. Mr. Sullivan, Abby’s dad. I don’t

like him. He’s always making Abby and her mom cry, and now he’s hurting the lady.

“John, please.” The woman’s belly is big, like she’s going to have a baby.

She reaches out to touch him, but he pushes her away.

I move closer and a couple of the branches snap. Mr. Sullivan looks over his shoulder in my direction, but I don’t think he sees me.

“You need to leave.” He grabs the woman by the arm and pulls her roughly towards an old brown car that looks out of place among the line of black limos.

I look down at my wooden sword. I should do something. Make him stop hurting the lady. That’s what a knight would do. But Mr.

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Alice
Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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