“If that was all,” I continue, “this would be harder. But my father, Thomas Kingston, and my mother, Natasha Kingston—when you touched them, you tarnished any mercy I might have offered. I’ve thought about all the ways I could approach this.” I throw my hand out to the Big Guy, whose cruel grin could easily make a grown man piss himself. “Gage here enjoys severing digits and choking people on them. That’s probably especially entertaining with a dick, which neither of you has. That’s not a slight, simply an obstacle.”
