Vulvan's pov
I have felt anger before. I have felt rage that burned so deep it threatened to consume me. But nothing—nothing—compares to what I feel right now.
The weight of betrayal settles in my chest like a stone, heavy and suffocating. My grip tightens around the glass in my hand, the whiskey swirling lazily inside. It does nothing to calm me.
Because this time it cuts deeper.
This time, it’s personal.
Savik. That snake.
I should have known he wouldn’t stop at mere provocations. I should have expected him to strike where it hurts the most. But even for him, this…this was low.
He sent an assassin after my mother.
And Zara—his sister—walks around this house as if nothing has happened.
I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, but the scent of blood and fury lingers in my mind. It takes
