I stood, my hands clenched into fists as I glared at Frede. Marla stood beside me, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression dark.
"Why are you stalking us?" Marla demanded, her voice cold and steady.
Frede smirked, but his expression quickly changed to one of anger, mixed with pain.
"Because of what you did to Cillian," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.
I felt a chill run down my spine as Frede spoke. Cillian. The name echoed in my mind like a curse. I remembered the boy, remembered the fire bomb monsters that had consumed him. But I had nothing to do with his death. I tried to explain this to Frede, but he wouldn't listen.
"I saw you shove him into the monsters," Frede continued, his voice shaking with rage. "I've been haunted by his death ever since. And when I was assigned to do recon on your school, I saw it as an opportunity to get justice for Cillian. You'll pay for what you did."
