Xio felt a stab of something deep in his chest. Was it … guilt? No. Of course not. This was what the Golds deserved. They had taken everything from him, locked his real father away, and left Xio to die. And the Jades, Mala Suerte—they were just as bad. Complacent in the violence and tyranny of the higher class.
Babes. It was their parents who did that. Not the poor semidioses
