“How are you doing Ambrosia?” Luthor asked his daughter who was sitting on her bed staring out the dusty window.

“I shouldn’t have left her alone. She is going to die and it is all my fault.” She said as she wiped the tears that rolled from her eyes. Her father sighed as he walked in fully and closed the door behind and walked to her bed.

“There is nothing you could have done. You had to choose and you chose the pack. Because of you, hundreds of people will get to see the next day, you should be happy with your discussion.” He said as Ambrosia shook her head...