Cain's gaze darkened as he spat the words, "I see you are still that old bastard you've always been." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, thick with years of unspoken hatred and memories stained with blood. He could have lunged at Christian, could have let his fists speak the anger that churned in his chest, but deep down, he knew better. Matching Christian's strength would be a death wish.
Christian didn't flinch. He stood tall, his frame radiating a controlled fury. "Get up and leave," he barked, his voice low, dangerous. "I don't want to ever see your face again."
Cain shook his head, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. "You are not as before, Christian. Something's changed. You now have an Achilles' heel. I'll advise you tread carefully."
Christian's brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion in his usually unreadable expression. The cryptic remark tugged at something in the back of his mind, a threat hidden between the words.
