*Kieran*

Blanca stares at me as if she can’t comprehend what I’ve just said. I don’t blame her; I’m not sure I can comprehend it myself. 

But then, I’ve said it, and I mean it.

“Kill your father?” she repeats.

I nod. “That’s right. We need to kill him. Of course, it would be nice to hear him confess to all of his crimes first, but we can figure all of that out after.”

Blanca, who is still sitting on my lap, both of us naked, binks a few ...