When Fury called Jack’s uncle the worst kind of monster, I’d shrugged it off. Told myself I wasn’t scared.
Guess I was a damn fool.
Even Jack had rarely spoken about him—and when he did, the way his jaw clenched every time was enough to tell me everything I needed to know.
But I wanted to believe it was just history talking. That maybe this old man was just a bitter relic, clinging to a grudge.
But now?
Now I see the truth.
He’s worse than a monster.
He’s calculated evil in flesh and blood.
But instead of crumbling under the weight of fear like he clearly expected… I start to laugh. It starts small—a soft scoff—and then bursts out of me in uncontrollable waves. I throw my head back, eyes still squeezed shut against the blinding light above, and laugh so hard that tears slip from th
