When my father, Merethyl, Tana, and Cedric arrived home later that night, I went to them and told them my plan. My father is covered in his children with his mate, loving on them and giving them a lot of attention since he’s been gone. Merethyl is holding the youngest one, an elf son, while my father plays with the other three. He’s always been a good father, even to me. I wonder if I ever have children if I’ll be a good father too.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, son?” my father asks me.
“I don’t see any other way. Do you?” I ask.
My father looks at Merethyl.
“When do you want to do this?” she asks me.
“Tomorrow. I don’t like the idea that she has explosives in her brain. Now that we know how the Mean Ones got the paralytic, I’d feel a whole lot better if they were out of her head.
