Just as Mattew was about to move in, a faint groan broke the tension behind him.
It came from Delilah.
His attention snapped to her immediately. She was still slumped in the wheelchair, her body weak and unsteady, her eyelids fluttering as if she was fighting to stay conscious. The sight tightened something in his chest, and his expression hardened at once.
Slowly, he turned back toward the man in front of him.
His eyes had changed completely.
“What did you do to her?” Mattew asked, his voice low but sharp, carrying a cold edge that filled the warehouse.
The man only chuckled as he rolled his shoulder like the question amused him more than anything else. There was no concern in his face, only arrogance.
“Nothing serious,” he replied casually, a lazy smirk forming on his lips. “Just
