I don’t know. I have forever to figure it out, I hedged his question. Lately, the exact same thing had been bothering me.
Cut, my father, muttered, Do what you think you need to do, Jethro. But mark my words…I’m judging your every move.Judge me, you bastard. Watch me behave just as you’ve taught. Watch me be the perfect Hawk.
I would make sure to give him something to judge.Tonight, I would ‘fix’ myself. Tonight, I would smooth away the chaos that Nila fucking Weaver had caused and find that saviour of snow.Cut continued to watch me as he spooned dessert into his mouth. Make me proud, son. You know what you need to show her and what needs to be done afterward.
Forcing my hand to uncurl around the knife, I placed it slowly on the table. Swallowing the overwhelming emotions that had no place in my world, I muttered, I’ll make you proud, father.Instantly, a wash of relief fell over me. It had always been the same. I lived with a family of devils. I was one year away from being emperor to them all, yet I still craved my elders’ respect.
The kid inside never fully got over the need to impress—even though deep down he knew it was an impossibility.
We’ll be watching, Jethro. You don’t want to disappoint your family.It’s not fair that you have a weapon! I shouted as she swung the rod out, trying to swipe out my legs, but I jumped up over it. She moved to stab at the air, so she’d hit me if I jumped again, and I dropped to the ground, lying flat on my belly.
Who said life was fair? Violet shot back, and I narrowly rolled out of the way. She drove the pipe into the roof, and if I hadn’t moved, she would’ve impaled me through the stomach. I leapt up to my feet and knew I had to launch a counter attack, or this would just keep going.I ran to the edge, and she threw the pipe like a spear, aiming it so it would hit the center of my back. I ran forward and jumped up, landing with my feet on the railing at the edge of the building. I pushed off and leapt backwards, feeling the pipe as it grazed the back of my calf before soaring off the building.
I flipped backwards and stretched my feet out in front of me. Violet moved, so instead of my feet colliding with her head the way I’d hoped, I merely kicked her in the chest. I landed on her, but I didn’t even pin her down. She had me flipped over onto my back, one of her hands gripping my shoulders.Raising my feet up, I pressed them into her stomach so I could push her off me. She moved her hand back in swift movement, grabbing something from the back of her jeans. I started to kick her off, then I felt a sharp pain in my chest as she poked something in it.