My head rings at the words that came out of his lips. Eyes darting around to see if my uncle, Deimos, is still hanging around somewhere.

But he is gone.

I turn around, staring at Hugo who seems to be calming down as he can no longer see my uncle.

“What is wrong?” I turn to the girl, and ask.

She shakes her head as if trying to get rid of a bad memory, “How. Did. He. Die?” I growl, my voice so low, but the venom still slips through.

She can sense my growing anger, growing pain as I glare at her on the verge of snapping her neck...