NOVARIA'S POV
My entire body went cold.
For a moment, I thought I had heard Marcus wrong.
Surely I had.
Surely no father would stand there so casually and discuss murdering people as though he were talking about the weather.
Yet the expression on his face told me otherwise. There wasn't even a hint of hesitation. No guilt or even remorse.
My lips parted as I stared a him.
"Kill them...?" I whispered. The words barely left my mouth.
Marcus smiled.
"Yeah. You heard me," He lazily twirled the gun in his hand before shrugging. "I think I'll start with the youngest one,"
His eyes gleamed.
"Kelvin,"
My heart nearly stopped.
"No,".The word escaped before I could stop it.
Marcus looked amused.
"No?"
I shook my head frantically.
"Please don't do that," My voice cracked. "Please, Fa
