"---is exactly where Ilya belongs." I push off from the rack. "If you think I'd let that rabid dog anywhere near Nova or my child, you're even stupider than he is."
I stride toward the door, pausing with my hand on the handle. "One more thing."
He raises an eyebrow.
"That ring you gave Nova? Mother's ring?" I meet his eyes. "I remember the day you made her sign it over. Remember how you played that video of her choosing drugs over me. Over and over."
His face pales.
"Touch my family again," I say softly, "and I'll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of father you really are."
A beat.
A long beat.
Too long.
My father's face contorts into something monstrous as he swings the cue at my head. "Svoloch! Ublyudok!"
I catch the stick mid-arc, wood splintering in my grip. For a mo
