“Don’t you want to know who it was that killed your father, Paedyn?” That one sentence stalls the sword I’m about to shove through his chest. He rasps out a laugh before choking on his own blood. “I already know who it was,” I bite out through clenched teeth. “I saw you drive the sword through his chest.” I turn my attention back to the weapon gripped in my hand, unable to bear this anymore and ready to— “Wrong.”
