The chains bite into my wrists, iron cold against skin. The shed stinks of rust and damp wood, every creak of the walls reminding me how far we’ve fallen. Boris paces like a restless beast, his anger spilling into every word.
“This is on you,” he snarls, eyes flashing. “I only wanted Kat to control Luca. That was the plan. Simple. Clean. But you—” he points at me, spit flying—“you twisted it. You made it about her. And she got away.”
Tiffany shifts against her chains, voice low, almost broken. “I don’t belong here. I never did.” Her words echo in the silence, fragile but sharp.
I lift my head, defiance burning in my chest. “She didn’t get away. Kat loves me. She knows I’m the one who can protect her. She’ll come. She has to.”
Boris laughs, bitter and cruel. “You’re delusional. She’s al
