My Daddy's eyes beg me to tell him it isn't true – that Aziel didn't meet with his father after what he did to me. I hadn't planned on telling him this, but now I have to.
"He did meet with him. That's how my dad found Aziel's father. He was very good at hiding his tracks because he was involved in shady things. You never met him because my dad kidnapped him."
Daddy stares at me, speechless. I am too.
My dad promised he'd make him pay, and I believed him. He delivered. I'll forever be grateful to him for that. He got rid of my greatest nightmare – the man who changed me forever.
I bury my head in Daddy's neck and let him hold me. I don't need words. I just need him to keep me from shattering. That's enough for me.
Chapter thirty-four
Ezrah
Fuck. I wish I could travel back in time and go to that moment when Sebastian was hurt. I wish I could protect him from what happened.
He was just a kid.
How could someone do something like this?How?
And how could Aziel and their mother protect that monster? How could they choose that monster over Sebastian?
I remember how small he was the first time I met him. He was twelve. Just a year earlier, he'd gone through something horrendous.
My heart physically hurts imagining his small body broken by that monster.
I'm glad Sebastian's dad killed him, because if he hadn't, I would have. I would've hunted him down, found him, and killed him very slowly.
Up until now, I didn't think I had such a dark side in me. But anyone who dares hurt my boy will pay for it.
Part of me wants to plummet Aziel's face, too. To make him bleed just like his brother bled in that basement. All alone, terrified, and broken.
I'm still reeling from what Aziel did. I still remember how excited he was when we were nineteen and his father was back in town.
He should pray we never meet again.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, my boy?"
"I can't breathe."
I let go of Seb, realizing I've been holding him too tightly.
"You're still shaking with anger," my boy says.
"I'm sorry. I- I just…" I trail off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.
"Hey, look at me." My boy takes my face in his hands and lifts my gaze to him. He smiles at me, and I'm relieved to see that smile. "I'm okay. I'm here, safe in your arms."
"Yes, you are. And I'm never letting you go."
"Never," he vows too.
We stay like that for a while, just holding each other. We both need it.
"Daddy, can we have another cup of coffee? Then I'll continue my story. It gets brighter."
I'm not sure I believe him, but I nod and hurry to make us coffee. Once we each have a cup and settle on the couch, Sebastian continues.
