CHAPTER 42
MARCO
NUMB TO THE PAIN
Who would've thought a man like my father could be asleep devil's incarnate. Scratch that, my father was definitely a man who had gone to hell and came back friends with the devil.
For a second, after his threat, I watched him walk without following behind him. But I gave up and just started following behind him.
My father hummed as he walked, like… he was actually humming.
Walking ahead of me like we had just come back from a picnic and not an underground lab filled with half-dead humans he wanted to forcibly turn into monsters.
Meanwhile, my hands were clenched so tight my knuckles were white, and all I could hear replaying in my head was his threat:
“Call that girl and warn her and your best friends to stay away—or you'll be the reason they're
