Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 78 – Father Dearest

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.“–C.S. Lewis

Neron

Soft crackling from the torches nicked the tense air of my father’s prison. I ogled at the weapon at my knees, faint smudges of blood staining both the handle and the blade with miscellanies of its past victims. Lady Sanguine’s bleeding eyes scald at the top of my skull as she stands by, patiently, for me to act. Behind me, my father became silent, minus his ragged exhales through his broken nose.

Sounds of many echoed around me, but I have yet to breathe.

Rigid as a statue, the fatal promise the woman made to me replayed like a video–cassette in my mind, rewinding and replaying again and again. Exchange the life of my father for my freedom. Death for a life. Tearing my eyes from the blade, I encountered Lady Sanguine’s expectant grin as her arms squeezed the cotton from the fragile seams of her worn–out teddy bear.

Flames of darkness and destruction licked behind her glittering rubies with untamed desire for death. Each flame flared to a hushed, internal tune as they scorch what was once Kiya’s purity. The dominant heat of her hatred wrapped its tendrils around my throat and made work to tighten the airways vital for my life. Her mouth promised release, but her eyes promised death.

She has no intention of letting either of us survive.

Isn’t that why she has us here? Lady Sanguine could’ve easily finished my father off, but she went through the trouble of towing me along for the ride, toying with me like a puppet. I recalled her proclamation shortly before she brought here me.

This is all but a game. But the stakes were too high to ignore.

Lady Sanguine is torturing me.

“Why the sudden change in plans?” Dad questioned, annihilating the stifling silence between us three. “Too afraid to take me out yourself?”

“On the contrary, Jonathan.” She purred, running her hand through the bear’s pelt. “Your fate is sealed, whether or not I kill you. But it is up to your son to determine if he should be the one to take you out. Think of it as your parting gift before you die.”

“You’re beyond help.”

“I did ask you if I was crazy when I killed Tristan. Now, you have your answer.

I was confident when I had planned to take my father away from Lady Sanguine, but now, I’m entombed between two impossibles. If I kill Dad, Kiya, when she comes back, won’t live with his death on her hands. However, will letting Lady Sanguine watch have the same effect? I picked up a chipper sigh as she started. tapping her foot.

“Neron.” Onyx mind–linked. “Do it. There is no other alternative. He’s lucky enough to die by your

hands.”

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reminded you are a failure? Useless? An idiot? Did you think you were the only one he said those things 1, shamefully, leaned into her touch as her thumb caressed the underside of my eve

eyes floated to his face to see pale bices dilating with

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going to take that sordid belief to

snapped your neck at

me, although you let them pass you by.

“I should’ve killed you.”

Sanguine guffawed. “It all

it! If your

throbbed in my skull as Dad’s well–known tactics of manipulation hooked themselves into my psyche. The nerve of him mentioning Mom and Nuria! I snarled, snatching my face away from Lady Sanguine’s dark touch. “Quiet! You always do this! I can’t make my damn choices without you guilt–tripping me to siding with you! Are you this blind

mate is a goddamn

she and I suffered because I

did was to make you a strong Alpha! You needed discipline, and I taught you that! I taught you the family, and the pack come

died a long

at me, aghast with his jaw hanging open. Bronzed arms snaked themselves around my torso, pressing my back to a cushioned front. The dark energy emanating from the touch made me lightheaded and dizzy, sinking into my skin like a lethal poison. A head rests on my back with soft lips pressed over the fabric right

as her fingers fluttered around my chest. “Isn’t that what

buried for the sake of peace. Dad growled in front of me, eyes focused on my every move. I have yet to pick up

once and for

that nastiness

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you. He hurt you because he “loved you. However, he ruined you just as he

you to sink into the same darkness I

was a long time coming. Karma came back to kick

defend Kiya. If Uncle Zain hadn’t come to kill Mom and Nuria. If Dad was still the loving man, I faintly remember. But, no matter how I spin the

fault as it is my Dad’s. He started the fire, and

“I’m so sorry…”

stated, digging her nails into my skin. A soft, anguished groan escaped my lips. underestimating how sharp her nails were. “Rid the world of the man who ruined us. Unless you were lying to me all this time, like

back. “I regret everything I’ve done to you,

“Lady Sanguine.”

You’re

“Maybe, maybe

beine kept

Neither trust me to follow through with my intentions, Lady Sanguine was expected. But from Dad? I’ve been too afraid to