“No. That name died in the fire. He was ashes. We saw the flames eat him alive.”
Lucien didn’t even blink.
But the rogue.
The rogue grinned.
A broken, bloodied grin that split his cracked lips wide, exposing teeth stained with Omega slick and rot. He coughed wetly. Thick strings of red flew from his mouth and hit Lucien’s chest.
Then he laughed.It wasn’t a sound meant for amusement. It was the laugh of a man who’d seen Hell and was begging to go back.
“You saw the fire?” he rasped, eyes wild, bulging. “You watched the blaze and thought it meant anything?”
Lucien’s grip tightened.
Veins surged in his forearm.
But he didn’t speak.
“You think a man like Ryker dies in fire?” the rogue wheezed. “You think flames scare him? You dumb, loyal little bitches.”
Diego’s eyes narrowed. His
