Chapter 42 The Punishment

• Rafayel stood in the doorway, a dark god sculpted from shadow and fury. His jaw was a hard line, his fists clenched, the muscles in his arms corded like thick ropes. The man before him, Mr. Volkov, visibly recoiled, his eyes darting nervously between Rafael and me. His earlier bluster had evaporated, leaving only a pathetic whimper of a man.
• "Y-your... your wife and son, Mr. Ortiz?" Volkov stammered, his voice a strangled squeak.
• With a swift, brutal movement, Rafayel sent Volkov sprawling with a hard shove to the shoulder, the man crumpling before us like a discarded rag doll. Rafayel's eyes, blazing with righteous anger, locked onto Volkov.