The six boys who had just been watching finally moved and stood behind Elijah glaring at the stranger, at the person finally let go of Elijah's hand shaking it slightly from the pain of Elijah's grip.
"You're a lot stronger than you look, interesting."
Somehow, Elijah felt stronger when he knew the guys were behind him, they gave him strength.
"What are you doing here?" He asked with venom in his voice, he didn't even understand his own rage. Why was he so angry?
"I'm simply here to make sure you come to the funeral and even if it isn't voluntarily, we will make sure you confess your sins in front of the press, confess what you have done to Luke." He smirked; a chill ran down the other's spins.
"You can't force him to do that!" Roman interrupted from behind Elijah.
"You don't underst
