Reed’s gray eyes darkened dangerously, a suffocating aura radiating from him that made it hard for anyone to breathe.

“How dare you…” his voice dropped, cold and lethal, “…lay your filthy hands on what belongs to me?”

The men scrambled back in fear, affected by Reed's aura.

Victor and Dylan were already shaking fearfully in a corner.

How can they both forget the face of the man who had two of Victor’s teeth removed with a punch in the face.

And his assistant who beat Dylan blue and black till his arms became broken.

They believed the man and his assistant were devil in disguise and they wondered how Aria...