RAFAEL
I killed the engine on my bike, the low growl fading into the quiet night air as I rolled to a stop in the villa’s long driveway. Gravel crunched under my boots when I swung off, the familiar weight of my leather cut settling on my shoulders like a second skin. The ride had done nothing to cool the storm raging inside me. Selene was still out there, and every second she spent in Viktor’s hands felt like acid eating through my veins.
I tilted my head up towards the master bedroom balcony, and there she was, Isabella. Standing at the railing like a ghost haunting her own life. Her hands gripped the wrought-iron bars tightly, knuckles pale, body leaning forward just enough to betray her tension. The night breeze tugged at her hair and the thin robe she wore, pressing the fabric agai
