I immediately remembered everything he had told me in the underground arena, and I couldn’t help feeling sad about it. What kind of father would beat his wife and son like that?
Only a monster.
“Don’t make that face,” he said, caressing my cheek. "That's why I don't talk about my life."
“I’m sorry, but thinking about everything you suffered at your father’s hands makes me feel so... angry.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“What you said about your father... about the instincts and the anger...”
I swallowed hard.
“Does the same thing happen to you when you transform?”
“Mmm... generally, although it also happens when something makes me too angry.”
“Like Hulk?”
Easton frowned and I smiled.
“You know, that Marvel movie where Doctor Banner turns into a big, green, ugly monster whenever somet
