“Kaine…” he said. Kaine lifted his head just enough to look at what remained of his father. Kaine’s face was exhausted, and pained, but the malice and hatred was gone as he stared at Atreus. “Father…” Atreus’s whole face seemed to soften. He started to reach out, but Amaris snarled in warning, and his long fingers curled away. “Your mother was always so proud of you. She said you were the best thing we ever made.” Then Atreus looked at Helena. “Save him.”
