BOUND BY FATE, DRIVEN BY VENGEANCE
But then, slowly, he shifted back into his human form, his expression twisted with anger and something darker—a glint of pure hatred that sent a chill down my spine.
“You may have won this fight, Kane,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “But this isn’t over.”
Kane’s eyes narrowed, his voice steady but laced with warning. “It is over, Father. You’ve lost. Accept it.”
But Marcus only smiled, a cold, bitter smile that held a promise of revenge. Without another word, he pushed himself to his feet, casting a final, scornful glance in my direction before he turned and stalked away, disappearing into the shadows.
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