Liliana froze against the wall, eyes widening as Demetri advanced on her with the slow, deliberate calm of a man who had descended past rage into something far more lethal.
Nora had seen Demetri furious before.
She had seen him violent, unhinged, broken.
But she had never seen him like this.
Silent.
Focused.
Cold as winter steel.
The kind of calm that comes from a man who has decided someone is already dead.
Ivan placed himself between Sasha’s mother and the rest of the room while Sasha clung to the unconscious woman, rocking her gently, whispering her name.
“Mom… Mom, stay with me… you can’t leave me, not now…”
Nora’s heart cracked, but she couldn’t move to Sasha—not yet—not when Demetri was seconds away from crossing a line he could never return from.
“Demetri,” Nora whispered
