Vale's POV
I grabbed a heavy candlestick and swung it at Vincent's head with all my strength.
He caught it without even looking, his fingers wrapping around the metal like it was made of paper.
"Now, now, sweetheart," he said calmly. "That's no way to greet your favorite uncle."
"You're not my uncle," I spat, trying to pull the candlestick free. "You're a monster."
"Both can be true," Vincent replied with that horrible fake smile.
Behind him, the shadow demons had cornered Dante. He was still in wolf form, snarling and snapping at anything that came too close, but they were wearing him down. Every time he attacked one, two more appeared.
My father lay unconscious on the floor, blood seeping from the wound on his chest.
"Let them go," I demanded. "This is between you and me."
"Actually, it's between me and everyone," Vincent said, finally letting go of the candlestick. "Your wolf, your father, your mother, the Shadow Council - you're all just pieces in my game."
"What game?"
