Killian’s hands clawed at nothing but invisible air, choking badly. A cry rasped from his throat as a tremor of pain went through him and in another second, his knees hit the floor.

"Father," Eleanor cooed as she approached him, her eyes apathetic to his current state, "You always said strength decides who leads. You wanted me, then you discarded me. Now, it's my turn to discard you,"

Killian snarled at her, his veins bulging as he struggled up to one knee. His eyes burned with a kind of ...