Blurb
When vengeance strikes…
You don’t know me, but I know you.
I’m the shadow that creeps behind you without notice.
The moment you see me, you’re dead.
An assassin. A killer. A nobody.
Until I became somebody.
I’ll make everyone who reduced me to a shadow pay.
To do that, I’m willing to risk everything.
Everything except for my reluctant wife.
Rai Sokolov can show me her worst, but this will only end when death does us part.
The road to the throne is paved with loss, betrayal, and blood baths.
To win, we go all in.
Our lives included.
Playlist
Let Down – Palisades
Killing Me – The New Low
Despicable – grandson
I Don’t Care – Apocalyptica & Adam Gontier
The Beginning of the End – Klergy & Valerie Broussard
Why You Gotta Kick Me When I’m Down – Bring Me The Horizon
Sweet Disaster – DREAMERS
Bad for Me – FNKHOUSER
The War We Made – Red
Lucid Dreams – Flight Paths & Divisions
Golden Dandelions – Barns Courtney
Rusted From the Rain – Billy Talent
For My Eyes Only – New City
I’m Trouble – WAR*HALL
Eyes That Kill – CooBee Coo
Cold Blood – Dave Not Dave
Secrets – OneRepublic
You can find the complete playlist on Spotify.
Kyle
Age five
Tender hands stroke my shoulder, and the scent of milk and honey infiltrates my nostrils.
It’s nice. Like summer and playing by the pool.
My eyes slowly open, and for a moment, I think I’m seeing an angel with its white halo and soft touch.
It’s not any angel, though. It’s my angel, specially made for me so the other kids can’t see her.
My mam.
My lips pull up in a smile, but for the first time since she became my angel, she doesn’t return it. Her brows are drawn over darkened eyes and her pale lips are thinned in a line.
“We need to go, sweetheart.”
“But it’s night. Ye said bad kids go out at night, Ma.”
“Aye, but not this time.” She strokes my long hair behind my ear. “Follow me.”
I don’t. I just stare at her. Her clothes are wrong ’cause she’s not wearing one of her beautiful floral dresses. This time, she’s in black trousers and a jacket. It doesn’t look good, even though she is the prettiest ever. She has soft skin like a baby and cotton candy. Her hair is like the sun on a hot summer’s day. Sometimes, I think my mammy came from the sun just to be with me.
No one can escape the burning sun, aye? But Mammy did just so she could be with me every day.
It’s not fun here ’cause I was born in a palace. Naw, it’s not like the palaces from the wee stories Mammy tells me every night. It’s a real one, pure huge one with many men dressed in black and holding heavy metal things.
They keep watching me and Ma ’cause Da wants it. He a big man, my daddy. He a leader, too, and no one raises their voice when he’s there.
Mammy doesn’t play with me either when he’s around. The men in black say I have a duty and can’t play ’cause playing is for losers. I mean, what is duty? It’s not food, ’cause our chef doesn’t cook it for us. Is it like the place we went to in Ireland? People were so mean to Mammy there. I don’t like them.
I only like Mammy ’cause she plays with me in secret and has even built a wee tent where she can teach me and tell me stories about wizards and magical ogres. I love ’em, ogres—they’re massive and no one can beat ’em.
When I grow up, I’m gonna be an ogre to protect my mammy from them daft men in black suits.
“Come on, Kyle. Be a good boy.” Her voice and lips shake. The veins are visible under her skin even in the small light from my side table’s lamp. When I asked her if she has transparent skin, she laughed.
Mammy has the best laugh ever, like them wee sounds from Daddy’s music CDs. It’s Mammy’s laugh that I think of when he’s yelling at me because I’m being a brat. He doesn’t like that I don’t stay with the teachers he brings me. They’re daft and scowl like the guards.
Mammy is smarter, anyway. I like spending time with her and eating all the delicious food she makes me—especially tarts and pancakes.
“Where are we going?”
“Ye don’t need to know.” She shoves some of my clothes in a bag that she brought with her. “Hop on.”
“Mammy…?” I ask, my voice spooked like the little elves from last night’s book. She sounds like ’em men in black suits.
She snatches my coat from behind my room’s door and makes me wear it, then grabs and holds me.
It’s the first time she’s not soft and welcoming. It’s like she’s becoming just like Daddy.
“M-Mammy…I’m scared.”
“Don’t be, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.”
“Really?”
“Really. We’re just going for a wee ride, won’t ye like it?”
“But I’m sleepy.”
“You can sleep in the car.”
“Are we gonna come back in the morning?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Sweetheart, would ye like it if we lived far away from here and all those bad men in black suits?”
“Yup!”
“Mammy is gonna make it happen. We’ll live far away in a new home.”
My eyes nearly pop out. “A new home?”
“Aye. Wouldn’t ye like that?”
“But what about Daddy?”
Her gaze trails to the door, then back to me. “Don’t worry about him. It’s going to be ye and me.”
“Because ye’re a wizard and I’m an ogre?”
“Exactly.” She ruffles my hair. “Now, I need ye to be silent, sweetheart.”
“Why?”
“Because we don’t want them to stop us.”
“Are the men in black gonna tell Daddy and he’s gonna get mad and punish us?”
“Aye. You’re such a smart boy, Kyle. I knew my baby boy would be this bright.”
“Don’t worry, Mammy. I’ll protect ye and punch anyone who comes near ye. Look, I’m gonna have ogre hands.” I raise my fists in the air and she laughs, the sound happy.
After she places my feet in warm shoes, Mammy puts the backpack on and holds me, telling me to wrap my legs around her waist.
“Don’t ever let me go, Kyle. Okay?”
“Okay.”
She steps out of my room, placing a hand on my head. Our house is proper massive. It’s on a hill and has so much water surrounding it that the waves hit the rocks all the time.
I told Daddy it looks like a fight, but he said it’s a war and if I want to win it, I need to follow his steps.
We walk for a long time through hallways I’ve never been down before, ’cause I’m still a kid and Daddy doesn’t like it when I go to his office.