C129 Defenestration

Silas sprang up from his seat, rage building inside him. He lunged forward and clasped his mother’s nape with his hands, inching his face closer to hers.

“Are you fucking telling me, I’m not a Monson?” He growled, sweat effused from his pores.

Cackling in glee, she shook her head at the disappointment written on Silas’s face.

“By name you’re. By blood, you’re not