Chapter 67

“Bronson, Please, give me our grandson,” Mom sobs, holding her hands out for him, her steps slow as she approaches him. Jace has a gash down the side of his face, and I can tell he has met my father’s claws.

“No, you’re coming with me,” he tells her. I have never seen my father look so…so…feral. He looked like a rogue, every part of it; he was dirty and shaking, insane. That is what happens to rog