May 13, 2018
“My rat bastard dad? What about him?”
Rowan blinked at Dean for a moment, her own lack of reference slowing her reaction. Of course she knew not everyone had good parents. In fact the older she got, the more people she met, the witch had begun to believe her own family had been in a small minority of functional and loving. When they’d been alive that is.
“What about him?- I’ve read his name in my mom’s diaries. He hunted witches, no matter what craft they practiced.” He was a monster, she thought to herself, but said nothing, unsure if he’d defend his father or sink further into loathing.