“No, son, she is the end. She is the pawn.” Our dad speaks as if he didn’t just threaten to tear apart our fucking world. As if his words are final. As if we’re supposed to nod and accept his explanation. As if we’ll blindly let him lead us into what comes next. As if ... we won’t stand against him, our father, head of the Brayshaw name. He just fucked up, and he doesn’t even know it. He has no idea what she means to us, no fucking clue what we’ll do to protect what’s ours. And Raven. Is. Ours.
