“I know what she wrote in the snow,” Callum said now. “She wrote ‘Kill the child.’ She meant me.”
His dad didn’t deny it.
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
“Callum, I’d never hurt you —”
“Seriously?” Callum grabbed for one of the drawings of the gauntlet. “What’s this? What were you going to use it for? Gardening?”
Tyfron’s expression turned grim. “Callum, give that here.”
“Were you going to chain me up so I wouldn’t struggle when you pulled out Chaos’s heart?” Callum pointed at the shackles. “Or so I wouldn’t struggle when you used it on me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
Tyfron took a step forward, and that’s when Chaos leaped at him, snarling. Callum shouted, and Chaos tried to arrest himself midjump, twisting his body desperately. He hit Tyfron side-on, knocking him backward. Tyfron crashed i
