"I don't see that we should have to do anything. He's left now, and he may make a fuss in some publication few care about, but you hear Washington. He has no leg to stand on." Yet in truth Burr had feared, that he would be sent after him. Had seen no reason Washington might not agree, the burden he himself and little Theo were to the war effort, the distraction to Hamilton. And besides, it would not be so long until someone would have to watch Theo in a broader capacity, if Burr was ever to make it back onto the battlefield. But not Edwards. The man loved his own children, as babies, but he was harsh, and strict, the older one got.

"He's usually worse," Burr says, not looking up from Theo's wide little eyes, "especially when he doesn't get his way. I suppose he knew that it isn't as commonplace, to be seen striking an omega who is grown. In truth I wasn't sure how he would react, me refusing to go with him. I've hardly seen him for more that a handful of weeks, an odd summer, since leaving for Princeton."