What ignited Marks' fury was seeing Tyler shattered beyond repair—a living testament to his own parental failures. The spoiled brat had never faced consequences, and now his recklessness threatened to drag the entire Connor family into oblivion.
"One more stunt like this," Marks growled through clenched teeth, "and that i***t might provoke forces even I can't contain." The vision haunted him—Tyler's lifeless body, the Connor legacy reduced to ashes. Unthinkable.
Lirael Veyra's wrath alone loomed like a tidal wave that could drown them all. The Veyras? Elite aristocracy who could crush Connors beneath their manicured fingernails. Yet Tyler had dared offend their jeweled heiress—twice!
The first time—they'd scraped through with prostrate apologies. But this? Salt rubbed in barely healed w
