Chapter 4: Pain, betrayal...
"You know, Kieran, I think we should do you a favor. How about we help you get rid of your pathetic life?"
Frank’s voice slithered through the cold air of the night like poison, each word a dagger meant to cut Kieran down where he stood.
Before him stood Frank and his lackeys—Ben and Jacob—their sneering faces radiating menace.
Kieran clenched his fists, the sting of humiliation still fresh from the awakening ceremony.
His glare met Frank’s, unyielding despite the mocking tone.
"You really talk too much," Kieran spat, his voice low but trembling with restrained fury.
"Even when no one asks for your opinion."
Frank’s smirk faltered, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he quickly masked it.
Kieran’s defiance always struck a nerve in him.
No matter how dire Kieran’s circumstances were, he never bowed, never begged for mercy.
And that enraged Frank, who thrived on dominance and submission.