LARKIN’S POV
Fury blazed through my chest when I saw Conrad choke Emily. In a split second, I attacked him. My sharp claws dug deep into his neck as I strangled him and shoved him against the wall. In the chaos that followed, everything hanging on the walls, including a painting I had created in my teenage years that I planned to give to Hannah, came crashing down with a loud thud. Conrad's pained groans echoed in the room as he struggled against my grip. But I felt no sympathy for him. Not after what he did to Emily.
"Larkin! Stop! I'm your uncle!" he cried out.
"Uncle? I have no kin who are traitors!" I yelled back, showing no mercy.
With a single hand gripping his collar, I lifted him up to face me, confident that he couldn't fight back. I didn't expect his sudden attack, as he punc
