He was thrust back to that ominous night in Egypt when his powers first manifested in a wild, uncontrollable surge.
The voices in his head had been insistent and malevolent, pushing him towards an act of violence— taking Sean's life right after the man came to him with a bouquet of flowers and wine.
Ciara shrugged her shoulders with a casual, almost mocking air. "If you'd taken the chance to kill Sean back then, you could have put a stop to Rayven's schemes much sooner. He wouldn't have had the reason to keep manipulating and tormenting you from the shadows." She scoffed coldly, "He might even kill himself."
Her gaze drifted to Sean and Rayven, a faint smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "But look at the mess you've made."
