"No! He is still alive," the magistrate disagreed on the option Damien gave.
"So what is it going to be? You either continue to work for the witches and we kill you in the possession of the spitgrass which is used to corrupt the vampire race and use the seeds in there to regrow the plants which we had burned down or," paused Damien, "Or you stop working for them and let your son die."
Life was harsh but Penny had never had to experience something like this where a father was trying to keep his son alive to only be caught up in such a mess now. The worse she had was her mother wanting to kill her which she still hadn't been able to figure as to why. She couldn't tell how fortunate those children were whose parents fought for them, to keep them alive and breathing, protecting them from the wretched world. Her heart ached to remember it and she brushed the feelings away from her mind.
