Alec had been keen on making him a scapegoat, but Derek wouldn't let that happen. Derek wasn't stupid.

"Kill me?" Jarrod's expression was frosty, his aura bristling with lethal intent. His eyes, sharp like an eagle's, flashed with a fearsome bloodlust that seemed fiercer than the stormy rain.

"Yes... That's it! I... I know some powerful people," Derek stuttered.

"I'll have them come find me to kill you and that woman."

“You're that influential, huh? Kill both of us?" Jarrod conversed casually, even taking his time to unfasten his watch.