Born to Burn

GAEL'S POV

I pushed the door open and stepped inside, barely suppressing the urge to slam it shut behind me. The house reeked of liquor, the kind that clung to old wood and fabric, soaked deep into the bones of the place. The dim light from the kitchen barely stretched into the living room, but I didn’t need to see to know he was there.

Corvus.

My father.

He sat at the dining table, shoulders slum