Chapter 15
“Why should I be surprised?” Cyril seethed, hands clasped loosely in front. “You’ve always been weak, a mistake.” The word stung, Artem flinching. He was down on his knees in the snow, unable to bring himself to meet Cyril’s fiery stare. “How is it that you’re mine? Do you have any idea how bad it looks for me to have you as a spawn?”
There was movement and a rush of heat, Cyril grasping him by the shirt front and dragging him to his feet. Artem resisted the urge to cry out, burying it deep inside. Whatever punishment Cyril saw fit, Artem would willingly take, any harm doled out to him better than the alternative.
“You disgust me. If I could send you back into the flames and bring you out the right way, all proper like, I would in a heartbeat.”
“I’m sorry,” Artem whispered.
