“Killian, leave him!” James growled, rushing forward to intervene, trying to control the situation—but Killian wasn’t ready to listen.
His grip on Corbin’s neck only tightened. Corbin’s face began to pale as he struggled for air, and panic surged through Isabella. Instinctively, with fear clawing at her chest, she touched Killian’s shoulder, hoping to stop him from killing her sister’s fiancé.
“Killian, please—leave him,” Isabella pleaded.
Under her hand, his muscles finally relaxed. His red eyes softened to a calm green as he slowly released Corbin.
“Did you invite us here to kill my son?!” A man in his late forties strode into view, his glare sharp and dangerous.
“Nicholas! I sincerely apologize for Killian’s behavior,” James said, his tone firm but apologetic. “You know how possess
