KILLIAN
I was now on my feet, trying to conceal how much my hands trembled.
There wasn't really a right decision to be made.
Damian knelt before Zorak who had a sharp blade to his throat. I was in the hall with an angry Father whose eyes were red with rage.
Here was the thing—it was all about me. I could see it now. Perhaps, Father knew that Laxso held me in high regard, and so, he set this all up so that he could have me burn the man alive. What Father wanted was to feel that he had control over me and my powers were his— as he felt I was his to control too.
There was nothing I could do and he was aware that I knew it. Look, Father was many things; stupid wasn't one of them. He knew everything I could do. He knew every weakness I had and all that was powerful about me. Come on, why w
