like father, like daughter. sunny & john, blitz.

He is cruel, she understands that about her father. But in a way, he is also loving. If she had learned anything from visiting Ridley, it was that their last name was a gift and a curse, a sword and a shield, and John Le Roux had gifted it to her as a means of protection.

But she thinks she understands that it was not out of necessary, but out of the belief in her potential. Sunny Le Roux has sat long and hard in her room thinking about what she has done, cradling her wounds, running fingertips across scars, taking painkillers and watching her body heal day after day. She cannot be John Le Roux's daughter. They are the same, viscous and wild and terrible - but she cannot be his child.

Not really. Not in the way Julian is, or Larissa, or Jackal.

"Dad," her voice is bold, head held high, lion rampant.

Lone wolf.

"I learned my lesson. But you need to tell me the truth now."