~Zarek's POV~
'I shouldn't go further, I should stop thinking about that night." I said to myself, but I just couldn't. Not when it was the architect of everything I have become. Not when it was the only thing that kept me awake at night.
That and the years of agonising torture I'd spent in isolation— the years my father had sent me off to perish all in the name of training.
Maybe he never hoped that I would survive his cruelty. Maybe he never expected that my hate for him was strong enough to keep me going. My anger and hatred were the only things I held onto after Nyx shattered everything I held dear… and now that Dahlia had done just the same, I doubt I knew what else to hold onto anymore.
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My house was never one of those places where you ran to hug your parents— actually, my father— whenever he returned from a long trip. If anything, you become more paranoid in his presence than in his absence.
