“What is this, Gracie? Tears? Over Phoenix?”
Gracie looked up at Adam, a hidden secret in her tearful eyes. “I guess it’s about time I told you the truth. Phoenix is not just an assassin, Adam. He’s my son. Satan took him away from me when he was just a baby. He raised him on the Hades battlefield and turned him into a dirty killer.”
“Oh, my God,” Adam said, his face etched with concern. “Who is his father?”