Get out," Candice said finally.
"What?"
"Get. Out." Her voice was cold. "You come to my home, invoke the name of the man who destroyed everything for me, ask me to go to war against his grandson, and you think offering me 'revenge' is enough? You think I'm so broken, so consumed by the past, that I'd risk my people for your vendetta?"
"This isn't about revenge," Tommy tried. "This is about survival. About—"
"I said get out!" Candice's voice rose, and suddenly all other Ravens were moving, surrounding the brothers with supernatural speed.
"We're leaving," Connor said quickly, hands raised. "We're going. We're—"
"The audacity to come in here to give me orders like I'm some puppet. I'll die before I ever trust or do anything for your kind. You are lucky I'm not in the mood
