Lifting Paedyn toward the rail, they grin as she thrashes in their hold, desperately trying to free herself. And something snaps in me at the sight. I unleash that piece of myself that Father carved into me. That lethal sliver of darkness he once commanded at will, having known it by name. Created it in the depths of his dungeons, in every one of my fears, in a shadowed home with my sword through an innocent man’s chest. It’s a piece of Death himself that lives within me. And now, I command it.
