Omega Bound
He stood frozen as the medics around me, something taking their caps off their heads and bowing their heads.
His eyes weren't on me. They were fixed on a bronze heavy decoration piece, lying a few feet away matting with hair and gore.
Immediately he knew, that was the weapon.
“Listen to me,” she wheezed, her eyes focusing, with a final, desperate strength that terrified me. “Your father,...
Alistair…. He didn't disown you, Ronan. He doesn’t hate you.”
“He sent me away, disowned me,” I choked out , a bitter laugh escaping my throat. “He let them take me. He watched them throw me out and did nothing.”