The cold, hard rage that had replaced Rex’s fear felt like a second skin. It was a familiar feeling that had been his constant companion in the years after the fire. It had fueled his rise as the "Ghost King," but now, for the first time, it had a target. Julian Thorne. The man who wasn't just a competitor, but a murderer.
He pulled away from Luna, the warmth of her embrace a stark contrast to the ice in his veins. “He used my pain,” Rex said, his voice flat and disbelieving. “He watched as I tore myself apart, and he profited from every brick I demolished. He didn't just rebuild the city on its ruins; he built his empire on my grief.”
Luna looked at him, her face a mixture of shock and quiet determination. “What are you going to do?”
“I'm going to find proof,” Rex said, the words a vow
