Dazed for few minutes from the hit to his head by the invaders
Julian woke up to the sharp ringtone from his phone.
The phone rang sharply, cutting through the silence of the night. Julian picked it up, already bracing himself for the worst.
“Julian Grey,” came Alastair’s venomous voice, each word dripping with menace. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for far too long.”
Julian’s grip on the phone tightened. “Alastair.”
“I have something of yours. Or should I say someone?” Alastair hissed. In the background, Julian heard Madeline’s muffled cry—a sound that made his blood run cold.
“You bastard,” Julian growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Alastair’s laugh was a sinister echo. “You took everything from me. Now, you have a choice: your empire or her life. You have 24 hours to decide. T
