"Zarinah, no" Gaviria interrupted, sparking anger among both populations, even the warlocks who had believed in him. He had no right to play with them like that and now, here he was, stopping his forsaken sister from telling them the truth?
The audacity this man had was something else.
They had trusted him he was the fucking high warlock of Alexi and he had betrayed them. The only thing that was stopping them from blasting his brains out was because they had called it a truce until the beta and the vampire didn't kill each other.
Maybe this truce would mark the end of all wars, or maybe, it could be the very beginning of a new war. There was no telling what would happen.
"Why Gaviria, you want to tell us instead? How about I blast you into fucking oblivion now, huh?" Hera asked angrily. She hated people who lied to her and she despised people who did shit to others.
