Thirty-One

In three steps Marcus stood in front of his father, grabbed his shirt and shook him. “Tell me. What trap have you planned?”

Slowly, a grin stretched across the old man’s face until a full-blown laugh shook his chest. The eerie sound grated on Marcus’ nerves.

“You don’t deserve Lord Lockwood’s title,” his father spat.

Marcus pushed his father away, roughly. “You never deserved the title of Father.” He shook his head. “You’ll never know everything you put me through as a child, making me feel worthless in your eyes just because I was sick. However, because of your treatment, I was determined to gro