Lorcan

I lead my father into my office and offer him a seat. I take mine behind my desk and lean back.

“What can I help you with, Father?”

He sighs loudly.

I know he hates how I speak to him and that I don’t treat him as a son should treat his father. But the fact remains that I feel hurt by him. I remember the things he said when I took over Luther’s body. Not once did he try and understand why I did the things I did.

When Luther and I were young children, I acted like a child, an angry child. I did terrible things, but I was crying out for my parents to listen to me. I felt wronged and that they favoured Luther over me.

As I got older, I knew that wasn’t the case. I understood that they’d exhausted all avenues in their quest to break the curse.