In the depths of Anthony's mind, agony reigned supreme. Every nerve screamed for release, yet his voice remained trapped, unable to break the suffocating silence. Immobilized, his body felt heavy and unresponsive, shackled by the overwhelming presence of oleander and titanium coursing through his veins. Even as he desperately searched for Max's comforting presence, he found only an aching void—emptiness louder than any cry for help. Darkness engulfed his consciousness, blotting out everything except a single, burning desire: to feel love, warmth, and connection again. Memories of his mate, Kathy, flickered like candlelight in the gloom. He yearned for her scent—so familiar and soothing—her gentle touch, and her voice that always brought him happiness, no matter how dire the circumstances.
