Something inside me changed.
And I knew there was no going back.
The warehouse floor still smelled of iron and smoke. The man’s body was gone,dragged away by Valen’s men, erased like a mistake on paper. But the blood remained. Dark, sticky patches that no amount of bleach could fully hide.
I sat on the edge of the SUV’s leather seat, staring at the faint red stains drying on my shoes.
I should have cried. I should have been horrified. But I wasn’t. My throat was raw from silence, not from screams.
That silence told me the truth; I wasn’t innocent anymore.
The drive back to the estate was a blur of headlights and rain. Valen drove like the road belonged to him,one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his posture calm, collected. But I felt the storm inside him.
