Book 2: Chapter 57:

Xander glares at me, his jaw clenching like he wishes to refute me, but he says nothing. Instead, he looks at his father, who cackles before him, then he reaches down and grips him by the throat.

“You are no different than me,” his father chokes up, a bloody grin on his face.

I don’t need to see his eyes to know the man has been mad for a long time. His brain slowly whittled away by the magic and