"Break up with Abaddon."
"What?" Eric asked, genuinely unsure if he had heard correctly.
"Break up with him," Jonas repeated. "It's for your own good."
"How?" Eric asked calmly, unfazed.
"Eric, you don't know him."
"What is it that I don't know?" Eric shot back, his voice rising despite himself. "Are you opposing our relationship because he's a White Dragon member? If that's the reason, then I can't back down. I'm sorry, Dad."
Jonas turned to him slowly, his gaze cold. "Are you really willing to stay with someone who's mentally ill?"
Eric froze.
"Your boyfriend murdered his siblings and his stepmother three years ago," Jonas continued. "He's been in a mental asylum ever since."
The room fell silent.
As Jonas's words sank in, fragments of memory surfaced—moments when Eric had felt that the man standing before him wasn't entirely Abaddon. That something darker lingered beneath the surface.
Still, Eric lifted his head.
