“I won’t let my family abandon me with gutter trash. I’d rather you both be dead.”
My breathing stops.
Visions of my mother fill my mind, interspliced with the pictures.
She was going to leave.
“I’d rather you both be dead.”
My clenched fists shake. “What did you do to her?”
A wolfish smile emerges. Like he’s savoring this moment—loving how I’m putting the pieces together. “She had to go—can’t have my wife whoring around with Patch trash. I thought I’d just lock her away in an insane asylum, but she couldn’t handle the pills. She was weak.” He leans closer, his voice a harsh whisper. “Just like you.”
I see red.
The vision of my mother lying dead on the floor floods my mind. The pills she took—so many. Just like me—
The pills…
He killed her.
My head shoots forward, and I sink my teeth into his face. The metallic taste of blood explodes in my mouth, but I keepmy teeth locked onto him.
Father wails in agony. Fists beat at my head, but I bite harder and begin throwing punches.
I’m going to kill him.
We roll on the ground, his cries mixing with the animalistic growl leaving my mouth as I bite him.
I get on top, release my mouth, and pummel his face with my fists.
“You killed her! You killed her!” My voice is a strangled shriek as I couple punches with the horrible words leaving my mouth.
I hear a cry, but it’s not my father’s. I turn and see his chief of staff, Robert, running toward me with a vase.
Everything goes black.
Chapter 37
Torren
I grab the second gun I keep in my bedroom and leap over the railing, landing on the shop floor, and sprint for my bike.
No coat. No time. The garage door can’t open fast enough.
Hail falls, pelting my exposed arms like a hundred needles.
This is my fault. If I weren’t such a chickenshit coward, Felix wouldn’t be in this situation.
I did this.
And I’ll get him out of it.
The mansion is ahead, and my bike barely comes to a stop about 30 meters away from the gate before I stop and bolt for the entrance. I rest my hand on the gun in my pocket as I run, ensuring it won’t fall, and hug the wrought iron fence, keeping out of sight.
The gate is unattended, so I leap over the barrier arm. Lights are off—
Circling the side of the house, I rush to the servant’s entrance—the same one I entered for the party.
