Chapter 7 - THE HEIR APPARENT
I dropped into the penthouse just as Marcus raised his gun at my parents. At ten years old, I wasn't strong enough to fight a man his size, but I was smart. I hurled a heavy brass sculpture directly at the floor-to-ceiling windows, triggering the building's massive emergency blast shutters.
The sudden deafening alarm and dropping steel plates distracted Marcus for exactly one second. It was all Nathaniel needed. He disarmed his former friend in a brutal flurry of strikes. I tossed my father the radio, allowing him to call in his loyalists to retake the building. In that moment, looking at my unblinking resolve, Nathaniel knew I wasn't just a child he needed to protect; I was a Graves.
