AVALON
“You killed my son!” Alastair snarls, he looks like he has aged ten additional years. He must not be taking Ira’s death too well.
“He attempted to rape me. And I showed him why that was a bad idea.”
Alastair looked taken aback. “Ira would never. He’s a good kid. You killed him in cold blood. You’re just like your father. Disgusting, and evil.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. If he has surveillance in his home, check it. Who is next to complain about Avalon?”
The other heads are quiet, and I can basically hear the wheels and steam popping off Alastair’s head.
“I want nothing to do with the CC. First it was my legs. Your bastard of father took my dignity. And now my favorite son. My boy. My sweet Ira. Avalon you will die, and so will Marcel. The full wra
