The Hunt Begins

Darius Thorne

I’d never seen Cassia like that before—wild, furious, like a lioness defending her cubs. The memory of her standing over Fiona, fire in her eyes, slapping her mercilessly, still played in my mind as I sat in my office. Fiona had deserved every single one of those slaps for what she said about our children. Our children. The words tasted foreign on my tongue, but they felt right, too.