"Say my name," he said with a warning.

"Kristopher Voci," I bit out as my hand still gripped his throat.

It was as if I had applied some sort of balm or salve to his anger. His entire body relaxed with the utterance of his name.

"You remember me, but do you know who I am?"

I pushed him away from me and circled away from him, heading towards the drink cart and grabbing the nearest decanter of liquid and pouring myself a glass before ...