Chapter 46 : Never Let Them Go
I can just feel my father’s glee at the thought of me beheading the kings. The anticipation is almost more than he can bear.
A little anti-silver medicine goes a long way as I throw it on the kings while my knife lowers to their necks.
My father bellows, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
He’s noticed that something seems off. But then, this plan isn’t perfect. Almost perfect, and good enough to trap my father. He should have remembered that by the time the prey sees the snare, it’s too late to escape.
The sizzling silver wounds heal instantly and my mates leap up. Fully alive, covered in blood, smiling with defiance. Magnificent.
“You’re alive?” Even shouting, my father doesn’t sound so confident now.
In fact, the veins are popping out on his forehead, a sure sign he’s panicking. His mouth is opening and closing as he fights for breath.
“We’re alive and triumphant,” Kent says. “Clearly.”