And then Daddy Dearest enters stage left.
So, I met my father. I beat the crap out of him, but I haven’t killed him yet. Yet being the operative word. I still haven’t made up my mind about that. I had my to-do list before I broke out of Scorchwood and killing him was a major part of my big kill list. I mean, the man framed me, sent me to prison in Hell, then had a mad warlock experiment on me.
When you’re fate’s little bitch, you kind of have to expect the unexpected. And my father’s big reveal about why he did all those horrible things to me and everyone else was like that movie where that kid sees dead people. I didn’t see if coming.
So, now we are uneasy allies. The fate of two realms is resting on my shoulders. That doesn’t mean I might not still decide to kill him if we manage to pull this off.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal / Witchesthis is an older series that made 5 figures per book
Serafina
I
did not understand what was happening to me. I hesitated to kill my father because I needed to know so badly why he had done all of this. I needed him to look me in the eyes and tell me why he didn’t stop when he realized who I was to him. Call me stupid. I wasn’t expecting some tearful reunion. We were well past that. I just wanted to know why.
I wasn’t expecting his answer. It didn’t make me feel any better, and I wasn’t any less pissed off at what he did to me. If anything, I was angrier at him. He let me beat him, and he kept looking at me like he was so fucking proud of me. Proud of what exactly? He didn’t know me from his asshole. All he knew about me was what Rathmore reported to him and that I broke out of that stupid prison and took all his test subjects away.
I should have killed him, but Fae couldn’t lie, and if he was telling the truth, then the one place that actually felt like home to me was in danger. I had no choice but to ask him to portal us back to Zepar’s estate and fill everyone else in.
