Caspian's Pov
The flames were still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t been there when it happened, but my private detective’s report had painted a clear picture, too clear.
It wasn't an accident as we had deduced.
The hospital wing and the kitchen of the orphanage had burned fast, the fire spreading with unnatural speed, almost as if someone had planned every step of it. And they had.
Zade. And Draven. Those two bastards.
They didn't care about the fact that the children were there. This was a warning and I was livid.
I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, my hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turned white. Outside, the city lights flickered in the night, cars moving like tiny ants below. It should have been a peaceful view, but all I saw was red
