"No need for that. If you're here for my son, you'll have to go through me first. And for the love of God, stop calling me a kid."
Raphael stepped forward, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with anger. This bastard—this Wraith—had already done enough. Making Freya kill their friend was unforgivable. But now, standing here, still parading around in Damien's body like it was his own?
Unforgivable.
"Wraith, you call yourself?" Tatia's voice cut through the tension. She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly, one hand resting on her chin. "From the way you talk, it's obvious—you're not from our world. So why the hell start a rebel group here?"
Wraith's grin stretched wider as his crimson eyes flicked to her.
