“One last time. Where. Is. Konstantin?” He asked for the third time, each word burning deep and leaving a scar. Rage's fists clenched tightly, jaw locked, eyes blazing with fury as his breathing quickened, radiating an unmistakable sense of barely restrained anger.

Kaden smiled through his blood, opened his mouth to talk, but before he could do that, something came landing on Rage's head from behind.

Blood ran down his face, journeying down his white shirt as he looked up, his eyes so damn red, like a devil's.

It was Amaria! She had hit a bottle of wine on his head, actually. It was after she had done it that...