Chapter Sixty-Nine

M I K H A I L

I let go of Uncle Amos, only letting the tips of my sharp teeth graze his neck and not letting things get too far.

I realize that I may have proven him right by doing that. He called me a coward, and perhaps I really was, because I have the chance to kill him right now and I'm still struggling with the morality of it all even though he never stopped to consider that for me or my family.

What am I doing? How can I do this? How do I finish this fight?

I hate this. I hate this so much. I hate that I have to do it, I hate that it is the only thing that would keep Uncle Amos from causing more harm. I hate that I’m the one who has to stop him . . . permanently.

And most especially, I hate that after everything he’s done to me and everyone I care about and love, I still have some amount of respect and love left for him.

Needless to say, I should be as cold as him now. I should be able to take him out without feeling an ounce of remorse. I know everything he did now. He basicall