Natalie's POV
The Bargaining of The Coldest:
I stepped into the warehouse, my heels clicking sharply against the cracked concrete, echoing like gunshots. My hand rested lightly on the pistol tucked into my coat—smooth, heavy, ready.
My eyes were sharp, as a predator’s, swept over the bound figure writhing on the floor. Aurora. The chains dug into her wrists and ankles, bruising already forming. She still had that fire in her eyes—stubborn, impossible, infuriating. Perfect.
“This is the time to end this,” I whispered under my breath, letting the words hang in the air. My pulse was steady, controlled. I could feel the power in my chest, the delicious anticipation of closing the chapter I had so meticulously written.
I raised the gun slightly, letting the cold metal press against my pa
