“That’s ridiculous,” I say protectively. “Why would he send guys to attack his own son?”
“Why indeed?”
“That just doesn’t make sense, I mean, Shepard, that’s just crazy, right?” I ask, turning to him. My blood runs cold. Shepard stares murderously at Robin, even more so than before. His eyes burn blue, sharp canines bared in a snarl. I take a step back, afraid. “It's- it’s not true, right?”
Shepard doesn’t reply, just keeps glaring at Robin, a low growl rising from the back of his throat.
“I’m afraid it is, dear Rose. He obviously has his father’s temper as well,” Robin sharply spits. “I wanted to believe he wasn’t working with them, I wanted to believe he was just helping out of the kindness of his own heart, but that doesn’t appear to be the case.”
“You f**
