The War of Gods (A Welcome to the Underworld Novel, Book 3) by Con Template Page A

scared.”
    “She does, doesn’t she?” said a male voice to the right side of her.
    “You guys have the wrong person,” Yoori gritted out. It didn’t take a genius to deduce that these people were Soo Jin’s enemies. It also didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Yoori was going to be executed in this club unless she saved herself. “I have no idea what’s going on and—”
    “It’s a b it poetic isn’t it, my Queen?” the same male voice from the balcony drawled. Scorn throbbed in his voice. He didn’t deign to listen to her words nor did he relent on his hatred. He edged closer to her, moving with such predatory speed that he was only inches from her now. He went on, circling her like a shark. “It was in this very club where you murdered that poor family, and it was in this club days later where you overpowered all ten of us, killed one of us, and marked our humiliation with scars that would last us a lifetime.”
    Yoori’s world tilted on its axis at the barrel of information that slipped casually from his lips. It rocked her world so hard that she was sure blood stopped pumping in her veins.
    “Club?” she breathed out.
    She gazed around the room. Her eyes blossomed when the realization hit her. This . . . This was the infamous location of the “Club Massacre.” She shook violently, horrified that she was in the very place where she not only murdered an innocent family, but also killed two children in the process. The ghastly visions and screams besieged her again. All the while, the guilt thrashed into her consciousness, nearly suffocating her as she fought to steady her stance.
    Yoori attempted to bring herself back on point.
    She was about to be attacked by unknown enemies and she was allowing the guilt to handicap her? Yoori wanted to get her priorities straight and gather her strength. Such an endeavor felt impossible when she processed his words again. She not only killed the family in this club, but she came back days later and killed one of them as well?
    “ Scars?” Yoori asked shakily.
    Who were these people? What scars were they talking about?
    In lieu of verbally answering her , the rest of the eight individuals took slow steps onto the dance floor. They moved onto the area where the flickering lights were the most prevalent. Their faces were gradually revealed.
    Nine intimidating people surrounded her. Two of them, a girl with red hair and the police impersonator, leaned against the white pillars in the club. Three guys leisurely sat against the cloth-covered tables on the side of the dance floor. One had a shaved head, the second had a Mohawk, and the third that completed the trio had an eye-patch. Two women, one blonde and the other with a pixie haircut, were crouched down. The last two, a man and a woman, whom Yoori assumed were the leaders, stood before her, their eyes breeding raw, unadulterated hatred. They all wore dark hooded jackets and cargo pants. Yoori could see the number “57” scar on each of their left cheeks.
    The significance of the number was not lost on her.
    Branded , Yoori surmised quickly, realizing now why they were here for her.
    An Soo Jin had branded them as her victims.
    Yoori was absolutely thunderstruck.
    What could you say to the people you’ve victimized in the past? Especially when you couldn’t remember victimizing them?
    “We thought you died a year and a half ago, An Soo Jin,” the female leader whispered. She tilted her head in amusement. Her hair was tied up in a bun. Her features were cold and angry—just like the man who stood beside her. His pierced lower lip glinted in the light when he smirked frostily at her.
    Yoori’s mind ran amuck. A year and a half ago? She creased her brows in confusion. The math was wrong. Surely they meant three years ago?
    T hen, the answer came to her.
    The math was not wrong.
    They truly meant a year and a half ago.
    “ The fire,” she said incredulously, recalling the mysterious fire in her