C19 Chapter 19

I’m powerless to scream, cry, or question.

I can’t do any of the things I thought I might do if I ever met my father. All I can do is stare.

And feel afraid.

For the second time in as many months, I’m meeting a parent I long thought was dead, and everything about the encounter feels treacherous. There are vampires and wolves and fae all battling to find and sacrifice my child