“He stops before me. “There’s no real way to harness this power. The rage will always be there, but you have to control it. I was calm all the time. Not because that was my personality, but because… I couldn’t let the rage consume me.” “Is that why you baked?” Derrick asks. “And why you get baked?” My father looks at him, frowning. “Get baked? What does that even mean?” Killian lets out a laugh, wiping his tears. “You know, the devil’s lettuce.” “We have lettuce?” I can’t help but laugh at the dad jokes. It almost feels like he’s still here. “Drugs, Dad!” He looks at me with wide eyes. “Never in my life have I ever tried drugs.” “Not what the fae tells me,” Derrick said. “Oh, the devil!” my father says. “They are lying. I swear. I was a good child.” “Not with the way you fuck,” I mutter to myself. He”