“Russel!”

He heard the shout and knew it was Lola calling out for him. He didn’t want to look up at her though. Didn’t want her to see the pain in his eyes and his utter lack of hope. He knew winning this fight against his father was a long shot. Hell, not even a long shot. More like a never going to happen. Carter Polver was over three centuries old and had taken on much worse opponents than himself and ones that had been a hell of a lot stronger. He’d taken down vampires, ...