The note is both like a warning and a bad omen in my hands. I hand it back to Dmitri, somehow sobered up completely. It’s like a bucket of ice cold water dumped over me. My thoughts run and spiral smoothly; greased by fear. The words echo in my mind just as I’d read them. ‘Beware Fiona, beware of the Lysidas name.’ It’s kinda hilarious how my father sometimes completely forgets that I’m a Lysidas too. I carry the family name, and no matter how many times I try to deny it, I carry his cruelty and my humanity in equal measures.
“They delivered the card here.” Dmitri says, pocketing back the wretched note. “Fiona, do you still think the wisest thing to do is go on an all-out war with your father?”
I snort, shaking my head and crossing my arms. “What? Are you getting cold feet already?” I as
