Sylvester POV

Anger had always been my closest companion.

It sat heavy in my chest as I walked down the hallway, Luke’s small weight resting against my side. The boy was quiet now—too quiet. His wide eyes darted around the mansion, confused, afraid. Good. Fear taught obedience early. Claire had failed to learn that lesson, and now she would pay for it.

I did not look back at the bedroom door I had locked her behind.

I could still hear her screams echoing in my head. Her fists ...