The city sprawled beneath them in glittering lights as Julian’s SUV pulled into the underground parking lot of Blackwood Enterprises. The tension inside the car was thick, unspoken yet suffocating. Julian sat rigid in his seat, his grip on the leather armrest tightening with each passing second. His green eyes burned with cold fury, his entire being consumed by the need to end this.
Emily, sitting beside him, glanced his way, her heart still racing from their escape. Her wrists were sore from the ropes, a sharp contrast to the warmth of Julian’s protective grip when he had shielded her in the gunfire. He hadn't said much since they had sped away from Edmund’s chateau, but the storm brewing inside him was undeniable.
“Julian,” she said quietly, reaching out to touch his hand. He flinched
