Cherish Me, Daddy
The words fell like shards of glass.
Drew growled, a low, guttural warning. “You’re insane.”
Ghon shrugged, his shoulders relaxed as if he’d just changed his shirt. “Perhaps.” He lifted a tiny camera, the red lens blinking. “But before you do it… kneel.” He smiled, the kind of smile that made the skin crawl.
“My hands curled into fists,” I thought, the metallic taste of fear in my mouth.
Ghon smirked. He said, “I need a video. For the Dreadlord.”