Ruby
Victor’s words echoed in my mind.
"You should be asking who wants her alive."
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
I had been so certain that Victor was behind the rogue attacks. That he was still obsessed with breaking me even after all these years.
But now?
Something wasn’t right.
Manson’s posture was rigid beside me, his golden eyes locked on Victor with an intensity that made the air feel thick, and suffocating.
“Explain,” Manson demanded, his voice laced with command.
Victor coughed, rubbing his throat from where Manson had almost crushed it. He smirked, but it was bitter. “You think you’re the only ones being hunted?”
A strange feeling curled in my stomach.
Victor was scared.
Not of Manson.
Not of me.
But of something else.
“I don’t have time for y
