Shannon’s POV.
“Ahh, Shannon Kincaid. You look just like your mother did when she was this age.” He says as I stop a few feet from the gate and watch him. I smile at him. I know not to lose my cool with him. Like Goddard, he is here to provoke me and he won’t succeed. He may get some home truths, but oh well. This man killed my mom and orchestrated the deaths of my father and brother.
“I believe so, but I wouldn’t know for sure. After all, she was viciously killed when I was five years old.” I say and he looks at me with sadness in his eyes.
Now, if I didn’t already know the truth, and if I weren’t raised to observe every little detail, I would have believed he was truly sad. This is a game to him, and a game I plan to win. There is no second place or even a participation trophy in th
