Warrick
"Reaper,"
I hated the name, but I still lifted my head from the gilded throne I stared at, seeing Mother standing to the side of it, her blue eyes gentle.
"Don't," I gritted, rising from my kneeling position, my hand resting naturally on my blade. "Don't even try it."
She sighed, pressing her lips together, I had to look away.
"Get rid of that stupid disguise." I snapped.
A wave of magic washed over me. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, drawing my attention to see her now golden eyes cast down in shame. "I thought it would help."
My rage flickered. "Help?" I spat with anger. "How does looking like the woman you took from me, help?" My voice shook the glistening marble foundations, the clouds above shifting to be dark and heavy with my emotions.
Her eyes widened, her lips
