Part Three: Ian's POV
Song: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
"I truly do not understand why you think this work of art should be sold to you for so little. I am not interested in business with you, thank you. Good day. You may leave now." I dismissed a man who had been trying to buy a piece of artwork from me for a ridiculously small price. It seems that people believe they can fool me because I am only fourteen. They are obviously forgetting that I happen to be the son of Vikram and Isabel Kabra. A shiver ran down my spine, Mother was in prison, but I knew that no prison could hold her for long. Father went into hiding like a bloody coward after the Clue Hunt. I still help a lot of regret from the Clue Hunt, especially because of how terrible I had been to the Cahill children. Amy, I thought, No, she will never love you, after what you did to her and Dan. Besides she doesn't matter. It hurt me to think that, but the only person I had time to think about right now was Natalie. All those years I had let Mother misuse and abuse us. She never really harmed us physically, but sometimes emotional pain is far more scarring. The world was burning outside our door, but it didn't matter, as long as she didn't see the horrors. As long as Natalie is safe, and has everything she needs everything would be perfectly fine. I realized that, besides our parents, I was the person I needed most to protect Natalie from. No, I could never allow her to become close to me. I only ever hurt people. But whenever Natalie needed me, I would do my best to be there, to protect her. Should would be safe and sound, if I could at all help it.