Omega Bound
My eyes landed on the heavy silver letter opener resting on Magnus' desk, it was shaped like a wolf’s fang, sharp and shiny.
“All of you,” I whispered, as my throat closed up, my eyes watering up, my feet moving silently over the rug as I stepped behind his chair. “Kieran, my father, Auriel…even you.”
“What are you muttering about now?” Magnus started to turn his head, his brow furrowed in irritation. “ Just take the money and get you….”
I didn't let him finish. I drove the silver spiked fang into the side of his neck with every ounce of white hot hatred I had spent my life suppressing.