Rin’s POV It was still raining. No storm could erase the truth from me, but it rained down as if the city wished to wipe away the blood on its streets. "I'm not done with you yet," Kai said, echoing in my mind. The following evening, I located him. As though he knew I would arrive, he was waiting. With his legs swinging and a smirk on his face, he sat on the deteriorating ledge of an old church rooftop. He didn't even look at me when he remarked, "You took your time, darling." Before he could say another word, I slammed him into the wall. With my eyes gleaming, my claws sank into the material of his shirt. "Enough games, Kai. For whom are you actually employed? " He laughed, utterly unaffected by my rage. Rin, you never change. Directly to the throat. My claws pricked flesh as I applied more pressure. "Respond to me. The Mafia? The Council? Both? Who is your owner? " Finally, his smile dimmed slightly. His piercing, cunning eyes locked with mine. "I am not owned by anyone." I
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