Cody Chandler didn’t believe a single word of it.
Hell? Walking back from the underworld? That kind of nonsense belonged in myths, in drunken stories told by men who needed excuses for things they couldn’t explain. He had spent a lifetime building his empire on control, calculation, and cold, rational decisions. There was no room in his world for superstition.
And yet—
He couldn’t refute Dylan Brooks.
Not because the words made sense.
But because fear had already taken root too deeply inside him.
It coiled around his spine, crept into his chest, and tightened its grip on his heart with every passing second.
“You… you’re going to kill me?”
His voice trembled despite his efforts to steady it. His fingers clutched tightly around the dragon-headed cane in his hand—the only thing keepin
