“Two inches to the left, and it would have severed your femoral artery.” Devin glares at him. “You would have bled out.” My son’s blue eyes meet mine as he smirks, and I shake my head. That’s a boy in love. “You know your mother once stabbed me.” I chuckle at the memory. His lips pull back with disgust. “Gross, Dad. I don’t want to know about any kinks you and Mom have.” “You know they say sexual fetishes are hereditary,” I add. He makes a gagging sound, and Devin just laughs.” SonHereditaryAdlerHaidynSexual Fetishes Book:Madness Source: Madness