“I promise I am,” I tell him. I try to reach down to my leg and wipe off the blood dribbling from the jagged gashes in my arms, but all I manage to do is tear a rip in my pants from one of the spikes.
“You need to learn,” he tells me, walking forward. His eyes skim over the way some of my spikes are longer than others, the messiness of my sliced skin. “You can’t be controlled by your magic or fall to foolish emotions,” he spits out. “You’re my son, and you will learn to make me proud.”
Or else.
That’s the unspoken threat.
My head falls. “Yes, Father.”
His chin jerks up. “Get him inside.”
My mother wastes no time in hurrying forward. Her soft hand takes hold of my upper arm not riddled with spikes, and we start the long walk back to the estate.
We’re quiet all the way there, but my head is loud with my father’s words.
You will learn to make me proud.
Because I don’t make him proud. I just disappoint him, again and again, and he’s going to hate me forever.
My eyes burn, but I keep sniffing, trying not to cry. I’ve been doing it way too much lately. But I just keep hearing my father’s words in my head. I’ve always wanted him to stop being disappointed in me, and I thought once I started to show signs of magic, he would. But that’s not true at all.
Once I get back to my room, I’m quiet as I bathe and then quiet still after I dress for bed. My mother comes back in with food and some supplies to clean my sore, torn skin, and I don’t say anything through that either, even though the stuff she pours on it stings. At least the spikes went away again, so I don’t have to sleep with them.
When the last of the blood has been wiped away, my mother places her hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look at her.
“I want you to listen to me, Slade, and I want you to remember this, alright?”
My head nods slowly.
Her eyes are fierce and full of love. “You are my son, and you already make me proud. Every day.”
It feels like I’m going to bawl like a baby, but I swallow hard.
“But I’m weak. My magic only comes out when I’m feeling emotions, and Father says that’s wrong.”
“You are not weak,” she says firmly. When I start to argue, she goes on. “You don’t have to be cruel to be strong. You don’t have to be mean to seem brave. You don’t have to look down on others in order to stand tall. Having emotions does not mean you’re weak. It means you’re smart enough to let yourself feel.”
When my stinging eyes get too much to sniff away, her thumbs wipe along my cheeks. “I don’t want to be like him,” I whisper, and even though we’re shut away in my room, I still look to the door, afraid that he somehow will have heard me. “I don’t want to break or rot or hurt things. I want to be good.”
My mother’s face turns sad. “Youaregood, Slade. Every single day, I am proud of you. And it’s not because of these spikes on your arms or the magic in your veins. It’s not for the blood you are born from or the status you will one day have.” She drops a hand and places it on my chest, right over my racing heart. “I am proud of you for this. Not for what you can do, but for who I know you will be.”
“Who will I be?”
She leans forward and kisses my forehead, combing my damp hair away from my face. “You will be completely yourself. And you will be proud.”
CHAPTER 8
SLADE
I’m not sure how orwhen I fell asleep. All I know is, the front door bangs open again and my head jerks up, my neck cricking instantly from where it was lying back on the sofa. Ryatt apparently fell asleep here too, though I have no idea when he came back. He lurches up from the chair he was slouched in just as I jump to my feet, pulse hammering from the rude awakening.
Wind howls through the cave, and I realize it’s gone dark again, either because I slept longer than I realized or the storm has completely overrun the sun. I pause when I see a mop of yellow hair. “Judd?”
“Miss me?” He shakes his head like a wet dog, sending water droplets flying around in the entryway.
I let out a sigh and drag a hand down my face. “Does no one actually listen to my orders?”
Ryatt gives me a scowl and then stalks into the kitchen.
