"What about me, Father? Won't they be after my life?" I asked. "Of course, they will be, but you have Amelia, Alexei, and Clay on your team; you are a more difficult adversary. Going head-on with you will be going head-on with the true heirs. Even if they kill you, the Stepanovs will not move again
~Leo~ "I want you to listen to me, Timothy, and do as I say. I will send aid to you now," I said, and the man was silent. "I need you to evacuate your people and send them to Hill Valley, nearest you," I said, and he exclaimed. "Hill Valley, where that creep is?" he said, and I sighed. "You have
"Your father was a good man. He was peace-loving and easily content. To think he was the true heir and he did not want any of it," My father told her, and she smiled at him. Amelia could not feel sentiment over a man she never knew. I was angry that Yuri robbed her of that opportunity. He ruined ma
"We will do this Leo's way. I might be King, but this is his turf, and he has inside information privilege. I will offer Alexei and Clay lordship as should be and restore the Stepanov bloodline, but I will not divide my kingdom. Anyone who wants to divide the kingdom is my enemy, including you, Andr
~Leo~ We arrived at Brentwood on time. Just as instructed, Alpha Timothy had evacuated his people, but he waited to receive us. Vino and Devin decided to help place the women and guards in strategic places. We knew they would be coming from Brent because that was their safest passage, so we posit
It was amazing how Sylvester relaxed around us but was stern with others. Sylvester instructed us not to take prisoners, and we agreed. Other than Inkabod, we planned to kill them all. I linked my people, and Sylvester linked the Northerners on our decision. Fighting to kill was more manageable th
~Leo~ I walked and stood in front of the line. I did not want Sylvester in front. I wanted to know if the informant was from Brentwood or Mountain. If the informant was from Brentwood, then the heat would be for me, but if it were from Mountain, then the heat would be for Sylvester and the lords.
"I will say this one last time," He said, and I linked the people with Nitric Gas to prepare to spray the acid in the air. "I will count to ten for all of you to surrender and swear your loyalty to Yuri Stepanov," he said, and I laughed. "Ten is two long; how about counting from one," I said, prep