It had to be so much harder for Sasha.
“You were…still in diapers when they died?” Nathan asked.
“Three months old, I think,” Sasha said.
“And the seal that did it was a friend of your dad’s?”
Sasha nodded.
“Ever track him down?”
“Didn’t need to. He got himself killed a few weeks after that, I heard. Some hunt gone wrong. No one else knew my dad had become an incubus. The other seals thought the guy just snapped. Maybe it was some of them that did him in and not a hunt at all. Sometimes I like to think it was karma, that he got what he deserved. Other times…”
“You kind of wish he was still around so you could do the job yourself?”
Sasha didn’t say anything, just stared forward with his smile wavering.