~Lucas’s POV~
The moment Grant stepped into the room, holding the hand of a little girl with striking green eyes and dark curls, everything froze. My hands strained against the rope binding me to the spot, but the restraints dug into my skin, keeping me firmly in place. Derrick, tied and silent next to me, was equally helpless.
What the hell is Grant doing here?
Even Lincoln, whose confidence had been unshakable just moments ago, stiffened. His cocky smirk faltered as his sharp gaze darted to the girl beside Grant.
Sienna, bound and pale, let out a soft gasp
. “Grant?” Her voice cracked with disbelief, a tremor of hope slipping into her tone.
Grant’s expression was cold, calculating—a far cry from his usual self-assured arrogance. He stepped further into the room, the little girl clu
