She smiled up at me, entirely loving, entirely unsuspecting, entirely innocent.
I loved her so much, but my first loyalty was to my father, so I took one of my arms from
around her, drew back, and slashed her throat with my razor sharp claws. That
momentary look of pain, of questioning, before her eyes rolled back in her head, and her
heart ceased to beat! She seemed to wonder how I could possibly do that, that look killed
me! I didn’t want to hurt her! I wanted to hold her tight and keep her safe. But I had
come here in the first place under orders from Jack, and I couldn’t let him down. As much
as I loved Victoria, my first allegiance, was, and always will be to my father, Jack.
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