Michael Demkar
I pulled the dagger from his chest ripping through cartilage and muscle. During the battle, I noticed that he fought against the academy, so he was their enemy. Too bad he gotten himself killed. The rest of my men arrived. Looking down at my baby sister, I touched her hand. She hadn’t made a sound since she cried herself to sleep after I kidnapped her.
They had called her Catalia. A beautiful name for a beautiful baby. She was the spitting image of Kyra, our mother. I intended to kill my brother Cyrus, but I didn’t know she existed. They were identical twins, and it wasn’t hard to see the family characteristics in all of us.
Pocketing the knife, I pointed to Colton. “Bring him with us. We might be able to find out more about him.”
Colton grimaced. “He’s dead. It is point
