It embarrassed me how Father’s voice quivered as he tried to intimidate a man that stood a foot taller than him.
“You must take care of her.” He wagged a finger at Kreon who for his part, did not break it.
My father had surprised me more than my grandfather. I never took time to know him but in my mind, he was simply the quiet, less cool version of my grandfather with a good leg and complete head of hair.
He did not give his blessings but he did not object. One would think a Hunter would care about such things, the bad name I was bringing my family.
We stood under the soft glare of the sun, surrounded by destruction. An entire wing of my father’s house had been brought down. The house to our left was unrecognizable. The walls were blackened, windows were blown in and doors crashed
