Blood still clung to my skin, sticky against my shirt, my knuckles split open from the fight. Every step I took toward Seraphine’s house was heavy with rage, yet steady. I didn’t even flinch when the tall iron gates loomed in front of me, guarded by two men in black suits with their hands already resting on their weapons.
One of them stepped forward, his voice sharp.
“Who are you? Identify yourself.”
I didn’t slow. I didn’t even glance at him. My voice came out low, raw, and brutal.
“Where is Seraphine?”
The man’s brows knotted, and his partner scoffed.
“How dare a man like you mention our boss’s name? You must have a death wish.”
I stopped at last, lifting my gaze to meet theirs. Anger boiled in me, so thick it almost tasted metallic on my tongue. My voice cracked like a whip.
“I
