"She called your name," Mitchell said with a smirk, watching as flames ignited in Cris's cold eyes. "She kept calling for you while my father cut open her stomach and ripped your baby from her womb." He cackled like a madman. "It's a shame I wasn't there to see it; I was too young to witness such a violent scene."

The irony of his words was almost laughable, considering Mitchell had killed for the first time when he was only ten. Violence was in his blood.

"Oh, ...