Lily, who had just managed to break free from one of Tristan's burly henchmen, dashed out of the house, her heart racing like it had never raced before. Every step she took was driven by sheer terror, knowing her freedom hung by a thread.
Tristan's face twisted in fury as he watched her escape. "After her!" he barked, voice laced with venom. The men snapped into action, twenty bodies moving as one relentless force, each footstep echoing Lily's impending doom.
With nowhere left to run, Lily felt the walls closing in as Tristan's men formed a tightening circle around her. She could feel their heavy gazes, eyes alight with dark intentions, and her pulse pounded in her ears.
"Annoying little thing! If she escapes, we're all in trouble!" Tristan's sneer cut through the tense air as he strode
