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EN'S
starts soon,
d me with the same flat e
there s
ding myself who I was supposed to be: the heir to Victor Montrega's empire. The boy who would one day inherit every dirty business and every bloody title. My mother had died because of
prove your aim,
'shooting practice'. Twice a week, without fail. I had n
d the g
a
ss
sound, tired of the failure
a shot from th
leep the deep and commanding voice, saturated with the same authority th
me space without arguing. I had n
ps. That was all I managed
in. Just like the
n his tone wa
rified that your precious heir won't be able to
he fight. He had
you speak to
every person in
estured for the guards to clear the space. When the door
's examine which father you mean. The one who handed his fourteen year old son over to military tr
ut
ep listing the reasons you've been a t
and. I said them anyway.
right. That isn't how the real world works, Adrien. It only exists in those pathetic songs you write. I d
ut her name in his mouth. I had once believed he still held some quiet respect for
me go. You know I never wanted this. She never wanted this for me either. Or h
vision. I doubted he even noti
toward
ds followed m
ilt with my own hands. You will take over
rstanding? Empathy? He was blinded by the same hunger for power that had
d", I said quietly, more to myself t
s younger. I never made it farther than the airport or the bus station before someone brought me back. Now the stakes were higher. If I left, Isabella would
p, looking down at the servants moving through t
ors stretched beneath a soaring ceiling. A grand staircase curved upward. A
and night, monitored even when I left for lectures. E
the tru
ed no sign
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