Liam
My knuckles hurt like hell, but it didn’t compare to the hurt I felt crouching on that deck and watching Arthur parade my son like a stock on display.
The things he said. The way he spoke about it. Proudly and without remorse. I had refused to believe Elena when she told me Arthur delivered the shot that killed her. I had told myself Arthur wasn’t capable of that. Yes, I knew he was a part of the organization, but the brainwashed part. Arthur was many things. Loud-mouthed. Proud. Senseless. But he was not a killer. Nor could he hold any significant position within the Dark Umbra.
But watching him tonight, I had been wrong, so wrong.
The man who stood on that podium was not the pompous half-brother I never took seriously. No. That man was someone far more dangerous, and the real
