Blood of the Father

Cassian

I stalk right up to the porch of the farmhouse, ignoring the startled guards, and snatch my child out of Barnaby’s hands. “I’ll take him, thank you very much.”

“K-King Cassian Corvus,” Barnaby splutters, stumbling backward.

I turn to the baby-shaker then and grab her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. She gurgles.

The guards are stirred to action, and all five of them swarm toward