The moment the shockwave burst from my father, the world seemed to fracture. Shards of glass rained down from the towering walls, reflecting the flickering flames of the torches that lined the courtyard. My father had made the first move; the battle had begun.
Kase was already moving, his body a blur of motion as he pulled me back, shielding me from the debris. "Told you it was a trap, sugar," he muttered, his voice edged with dark amusement.
"And I told you not to make any harsh movements," I reminded him.
"And I didn't; I was just teaching your dad a lesson," he retorted.
"You almost became a fried wolf," I countered.
"But I didn't, thanks to you, sugar," he smirked.
To Kase, everything is a joke, dang it.
I barely had time to roll my eyes before my father attacked again. Bo
