I have been here for twelve hours. No food. No water. Just stone walls and the knowledge that I failed again. Failed to warn Freya. Failed to stop my father. Failed to be anything other than what he made me.
A killer. A coward. A tool.
I hear footsteps approaching. My father's. I know his walk
The cell door opens. He stands in the doorway. Arms crossed and facing me.
"How long are you going to pout in here?" His voice is cold. "I have work for you."
"I am not pouting. I am imprisoned. There is a difference."
"Semantics. You disobeyed me. You tried to interfere with my plans. You had to be punished." He steps inside. "But punishment is over. Now you get a chance to redeem yourself."
I do not want redemption. Not his version anyway. But I need to get out of this cell. Need to find a w
