"You bloodsuckers really don't know shame, huh? Showing up here day after day, just begging for a beating!" A Ravenshire disciple glared at the man slumped on the ground, barely holding himself up.
Alaric ignored him. His cracked lips kept whispering my name.
"Evelina... Evelina..."
"Spit it out! You think you're even worthy of saying her name?" another disciple snapped, face full of rage.
The Ravenshire disciples were reaching their breaking point. Alaric had become like a ghost that wouldn't go away. They had fought him, cursed him, tried everything to make him leave—but he kept coming back.
If this kept up, the clan leader and Evelina would start blaming them for not handling the situation.
Tension buzzed through the group.
"She only said not to kill him," one of them muttered. "
