Chapter 65

• My father’s hand was locked around my neck, his grip like iron as he tried to force me to look at the chaos around us. But I wasn’t done—not by a long shot.
• “You’ll never rule them,” I rasped, clawing at his arm. With a surge of strength, I broke free, my claws slicing into his forearm as I wrenched myself loose.
• He staggered back, shaking his arm out, but his grin only widened. “That’s the fire I was waiting for. Show me what you’ve got, boy.”