How many times would he disparage my family?
I loved my family—both sides—and didn’t appreciate Father’s constant denigration. He had a tendency to forget what my relatives had done for me. Mom and the Vladislavs made sure I was cared for. Even individuals who knew them watched my back.
Father studied me for a moment before sitting down again. “You don’t agree?”
I forced a smile. “Of course, I agree. Some family members don’t matter.”
“Right!” he exclaimed. “You’ll always be a Mercier.”
And a Vladislav.
“Merciers always matter,” said Father.
Deep down, I didn’t understand. Father kept spewing hatred, but I couldn’t see a legitimate reason for the emotion. I also couldn’t justify his plans. After all, disrupting the BlackGuard meant jeopardizing human lives. For what reason? It had to be more than a case of vengeance.
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