Rejected by Blood

Darius Thorne

I watched Cassia storm out of the room, her shoulders stiff, her posture rigid; my blood boiled as the weight of her words still echoed in my mind. Malachi—he's not their father; he’s nothing compared to me. Yet she believes he’s a better father to them. That he took care of them better than I ever could? It burned me from the inside, the anger swelling like a fire I couldn’t put out