FORTY SEVEN

With his sunglasses perched on his nose and a long black coat, Acelon walked calmly through the crowd of people who packed McCarran airport this afternoon. Fifteen minutes ago his plane had just landed from the international airport of Vancouver, Canada, after he had spent three days in the country completing business affairs. This afternoon he will surprise Elyseen with his sudden arrival. He wanted to surprise the little boy with his appearance as a father, no longer as an uncle who looked strange to his beautiful boy.

"We go straight to the St. Apollo hospital."

In his lifetime, Acelon had never felt a feeling called passionate. This overflowing desire in him to meet Elyseen was so real that it almost made him breathless with excitement. Still, his flat face and cold demeanor managed to disguise all the explosive emotions that had rumbled with excitement in his heart. He felt like a firework that was about to explode, bursting out, sparking the flames of joy that were welling up