I Don't Do Well With Accepting Apologies

"Who do you think you are?" Nathan asked, trying to contain his anger. He was visibly shaking from Grey's words. 

"I'm Grey, and presently, your fate lies in my hands. I'm killing him, there's no way he's surviving. Normally, I'd kill you as well, but on account of my relationship with Eva, although we're not close, I'll give you a chance." Grey said with a calm expression. 

He didn't wear his smile and his expression was once again bland.

Foudre was the one who exploded in anger when he saw Grey pointing at him and declaring his fate like some god. 

"Come at me if you dare." He motioned at Grey, trying to get him to fight him. 

"Do you really want that?" Grey tilted his head to the side and looked at Foudre in disdain. He didn't even hide the fact that he was looking down at him. 

Foudre almost went mad when he saw Grey looking at him in this manner, he was about to charge out when Nathan grabbed his hand.