"Not Father? Oh, how far you've fallen."
I clench my fists. "I try my best to stop calling you that. You don't deserve it from what you've become."
"What I've become," he repeats. "They did this to me. Your captor's family did this to me."
"Where is she!" I shout.
Cormac laughs.
The sound bounces off the walls, hollow and cruel.
He steps out from behind the Morrígan statue, his face half lit by candlelight.
"She was never taken, Sister Omega."
The words hit me like a blow, and my heart stops.
"What?"
"There is no May Killaney here. There never was."
I stagger back a step.
"I needed you to come," he continues. "And you did."
Then there's a pause, and he claps his hands together. "Get her."
Three or four men rush me from the shadows. I scream and fight, kicking and clawing, but there are too many of them.
Hands grab me, and they drag me to the altar and force me down, binding my wrists and ankles.
"NO! NO!" I scream, thrashing against the restraints.
I yank on the ropes, yelling and cursing him, finally feeling free to tell him how I feel.
"You're a fucking monster! You never cared about me! You never..."
Cormac comes over me, his shadow blocking out the candlelight.
He pulls out a knife.
And without a second thought, he jams it right through my shoulder.
The pain is instant and white hot.
I scream as the blade goes right through me and comes out the other side, digging into the wood, pinning me down in place.
I can't move. It hurts too much.
My vision blurs, and I feel like I can't breathe as I feel warm blood starting to flow.
He looks down at me. "Now you will slowly bleed out for your betrayal," he says calmly, "giving your life force to the Morrígan.And I can finish what the Killaney family started forty years ago."
"You're fucking crazy," I gasp, in so much pain.
Every word feels like fire in my throat.
He looks down at me. "It was never about his mother, you know. It was all about you."
