“I won. That is all that matters.” With a scream, Lada twisted herself up and bit her father’s hand. “God’s wounds!” He dropped her on the floor. She tucked into a ball, rolled out of his reach, then crouched, baring her teeth at him. The nurse cringed, waiting for Vlad to fly into a rage and beat Lada. Or beat her for her failure to keep Lada tame and docile. Instead, he laughed. “My daughter is feral.”
