"A servant to a woman who chooses to bed more than one man at a time?" he roared in anger, and the ground beneath my feet rumbled. I wanted to object to the way he talked of Cassandra, but I knew it would do no good. Like so many, he would not understand the connection the guys and I had with her. It was more than just fucking. It was about love and devotion.
I looked up from the floor and stared into my father's dead, evil eyes. "I am here, Father. How may I serve you?"
He hadn't always been like this. Once upon a time he was a loving father to both Ruby and I. He also loved each of our mothers. Treated them like queens. He loved his servants, paid them well, fed and protected them. "Father, you must stop whatever it is you have planned. The world is dying because of the things you have done. People are hurting."