Lucas had no clue what to do.
He had laid awake in his bed until the early morning hours, staring at the dark ceiling while every option turned over in his mind. None of them were good. None felt right. But only one offered any real chance at protecting the people he loved.
The one option he didn’t want. The one he saw no way around.
He was going to have to kill his father.
The thought sent a cold jolt of dread through his stomach. Even with Arlo assuring him this was the best solution, it didn’t settle anything. Arlo kept repeating that Marcus had threatened Celia, and in Arlo’s opinion that alone justified his death. Lucas still felt sick at the idea.
He had tried to list every argument for and against it, hoping that laying it out like a problem to solve would make it easier. It di
