“Bad form, Peter,” James grits out. “Not quite a fair fight.” He looks past my father, locking his cloudy eyes on me. He licks his lips, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. “Don’t say it,” I hiss, my stomach twisting until it tears. “Don’t you dare say it.” He smiles, and I swear to God the sight makes me want to die. “The greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life was to love you, Wendy darling.”
