Alyssa
The sight of Isaac sends an icy chill racing through me, like shards of glass piercing my skin. It feels like I can't f*****g breathe, and I instinctively step closer to King, clutching his jacket like it's the only thing keeping me upright. His body stiffens in response, a dark energy rising within him as he positions himself in front of me, shielding me from my husband's view.
Niko and War shift, their bodies taut with the same protective force radiating off King. After sending Christine inside with two of his men, Gray's voice cuts cold as steel as he addresses the police, "What can we help you with, officers?"
A grizzled, older man with a stoic face steps forward, his hand resting on the holster of his gun. His eyes flicker nervously between us. "Mr. Carter requested a civil
