Chapter Forty-Two
~Bren~ “How are you alive and standing in front of me, Bren?” my father questioned, breathing heavily as he stood up from the ground back in his human skin. “I watched as your soul left your body.” “And that is one of the many things you will pay for,” I responded, keeping any emotions from my tone as I step closer to Luke. “The how and why are not important. But what is important is how this is going to end.” “And how is this going to end?” Luke sarcastically asks, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “One of two ways,” I step even closer, hoping that he doesn’t realize what I’m planning. “You either surrender and let the Gods deal with you, or I kill you and let Hades judge your soul.” “And you think you—an eighteen year old girl could kill her father, a Ly
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