Nikov Kastellanos

Angelica

I had to knock the guard out for this kind of conversation. I stared at the man in the cell like he was a ghost. Well, he was a ghost.

“Uncle Nikov?” I asked in shock. He wasn’t really my uncle but I called him that as a child. He was Papa’s best friend. “How did you end up here? I have so many questions.”

“Fergus kept me as a trophy.” He hissed.

What do you know? Fergus’s enemies kept piling up in numbers. Was he addicted to causing trouble?

Uncle Nikov spent the next ten minutes filling me in on how he ended up here.

Right before tragedy struck, Spider had been fussy as hell, so he’d decided to go to our house to find something to feed him and one of Lyra’s toys for him to play with. The cathedral was actually an abandoned cathedral that came as a freebie when my parents purchased the land where they built their house, so the house was only a short distance away. He heard the gunshots on his way back and found the nearest exit to push Spider through, then he called for rein