Stolen Vengeance

Cassian

The night air nips at my coat with an unforgiving edge, I feel its bite and even its sting, though I don’t feel it much. All I feel is the beat of my anger pulsating within me, the blaze that burns within my blood and simply won’t let me stop, won’t let me think about anything except getting to my woman

Dante is at my side, quiet, deadly, his eyes icy and calculating. We move, the sound of