I glared at my father. "What's going on?" I hissed as I tried to fight against the restraints.
Seated on his throne, my father smirked at me. "How the mighty have fallen…this is just a father giving his son a lesson in humility," he said as he leaned back and crossed his legs, wicked glee evident in his eyes.
"Do you really think you can kill me without the rest of the Elite destroying you for it?" I spat at him.
"Kill you? There are worse ways to make you suffer than just end your life, son."
I pulled against the chains, mainly to gauge just how strong the guards were. I couldn't remember seeing any of them at the training grounds. I wondered then if Felix had been doing training of his own. The guards were strong, perhaps the best he had.
My father rose from his seat and began walking down the balcony to the stand where I was restrained.
I glared at him as he approached. "What do you want?"
