Keelan glared, hands clenched so tight they felt like wire strung over steel blades ready to spring loose and cut someone to ribbons.
Not someone. Father. Again. Always.
The battle for his and his siblings’ freedom never ended. Keelan couldn’t win, not when Father was trained and they weren’t.
Nothing changed until Keelan’s unwanted consort arrived, bringing hope along with a whirlwind of power.
