I hated being this helpless. I couldn't go against my father and come out successful. No one could, and it was so painful that Solana thought she stood a chance against him. Norman Stravkos could destroy her without lifting a finger. Without even moving a limb, he could wipe her from the face of the Earth.
I'd once wanted to wield that sort of power. Raw, encompassing, frightening. I'd once wanted to have everyone at the tip of their toes. Have them tremble and pledge their utmost allegiance to me. But now? I'd be damned repeating such a lame, damaging cycle.
