Rayven already knew he would get this visit before the woman came with her son to the backyard. She was angry because of what had happened to her son's face. His face was blue from the bruises, his lips cracked and his nose broken.
Rayven was sure that William had as many bruises on his body as the boy he beat had on his face. He should have stopped him sooner, but he had been curious to see for how long William would be able to go on since punching must have hurt his fists as well. He let his curiosity ruin the boy's face.
One thing Rayven had told them was to avoid the face when training and William had defied him.
Where did he and his sister get the courage from?
"Lord Rayven, I want to know who hit my son like this?" she demanded.
Rayven noticed that the only time people dared talk to him was when a loved one was hurt or in trouble.
"A younger boy." Rayven replied.
She frowned. "Are younger boys training here?"
