Razen and Marco had lost their parents while they were still young. From that day on, they had depended on each other to survive. To Razen, Marco was more than just a brother—he was family, shelter, and blood all at once, a living anchor in a world that had shown them little mercy.
Now, that bond had been shattered, torn apart by a single name, and knowing that I—Nathaniel Caelum—was the cause of his grief only fanned the flames that burned within Razen’s chest, a fire that smelled of vengeance, rage, and calculation.
“Razen,” Kennedy rasped, the hatred in his voice sharp enough to cut steel, “we share the same enemy. If we want revenge, we have to stand together, no matter the cost.”
“Yes,” Ethan muttered, his voice raw, brittle with resentment, “he ruined all of us, destroyed everythi
