My father looks down at me, revulsion in his eyes. “That alone won’t kill you, but this will.”

He removes a silver stake from his coat’s inner pocket.

A silver stake to my heart will freeze it and stop any sort of healing, forcing me to die an agonizing death. It makes sense that my father would choose the most painful way to kill me. I’ve never been hated by someone as much as by this man.

He lifts the stake over his head, but before he can stab me with it, someone rushes at him, ...