“Get them away from me,” Casteel snarled. “Get all of them away from us, or I swear to the gods, I will rip their hearts from their chests. I do not care if a heart belongs to one who gave me life. You will not stop me.” “Look around you!” his father shouted. “The gods are speaking to us right now. You cannot do this—” “The gods will not stop me, either,” Casteel swore.
