*Storm's POV*

Emily was speaking, another man entered the house. He was tall with broad shoulders, thick black hair and startling green eyes. "That you made it alive from the spring of death, does not surprise me in the least." His gaze passed Emily and found me. He went utterly still. For a moment it seemed as if he had ceased to breathe. "you're the exact image of your mother."

His penetrating gaze seemed to see straight through me to every dark deed I'd ever committed. "who the hell is this man?" I averted my gaze to Emily.

"Well, let's say he also share the same enemy as us."

"She's...