"Pierce, that's enough," Mom said in a sharp tone.
"No, f***k that," I spat. "Enough? No, it's not enough, it will never be enough."
"We don't expect you to take over the family name anymore, son, don't you worry about that," Dad said, going back to that casual tone.
"Oh, really?" I replied sarcastically.
"No, I brought you with us so that you wouldn't blab to anyone about who Ottilyn really is. The Akselsens find out what we did... we're all done for. There was no way I was going to let that happen," he said, waving his hand as if this were a bothersome conversation.
"So, what? You just going to keep me a prisoner for the rest of my life? Kill me maybe?" I asked.
Mom gasped.
"Pierce, we would never. You're still our son," she replied, clearly offended.
I chuckled hollowly.
"Righ
