Allowing himself to be led, he couldn't help but glare at the little blond pest that was sat at the table, licking the icing off a cupcake. There were two Tupperware boxes and six sat in each. The lids were off, revealing the deformed creations. Five of them had been assaulted in sprinkles and icing, the bottom of the container a complete mess.

One had been neatly decorated with a white layer of icing and little words printed onto it.

"Jamie do for Daddy," Jamie informed, his eyes wide as he stared up at him. The hairband that Stryker had put in his hair that morning kept the strands out...