the hailstorm
”That is very clever of you, but your father is dead.” Neron spoke not coldly, and yet his logic was nonetheless glacial against the boy’s. ”I have no children, and if I did, they would be taken away from me. So it is very important that you don’t mistake me for your father. Do you understand?” Because this was hardly a game of reluctant daddy, that Neron just needed to meet the boy to love him enough. No, this was life or death.
”Bold? I would say so, given that you disowned him and branded him a traitor. What did my poor little brother do this time, to earn the family’s ire? I had rather hoped that, in such dire times, we would pull together rather than fraying apart.” Neron turned to gaze over his shoulder, meeting Zariah’s eyes.
”Bold? I would say so, given that you disowned him and branded him a traitor. What did my poor little brother do this time, to earn the family’s ire? I had rather hoped that, in such dire times, we would pull together rather than fraying apart.” Neron turned to gaze over his shoulder, meeting Zariah’s eyes.
