"Father…" the second time I said the word, it was merely a whisper.
My forehead itched, I blinked and rubbed it roughly for a second time. Or was this the first time?
I was torn between believing that I had one massive deja vu. Or that it was a premonition Arthur deliberately showed me. The cause mattered less than the effect that was about to take place at any moment. Thousands of eyes were on me for screaming or for whispering, while mine kept going back and forth between my two fathers.
Arthur's expression was a mixture between patience and concern over what can only be me, it wasn't helpful. As I tried to identify exactly where I was right now I zoomed in on Connor's arms that were rigidly held at his sides but not in claws yet.
He was alive.
The next breath I took choked me, was this the part where I had to choose between the two of them?
