Luther
“Where the f**k is she, Conan?”
I slammed my shoulder into the door, the wood groaning under the pressure. My brother tried to block me, but I shoved him aside, the force of my anger sending him crashing into the wall. My heart pounded in my chest as I roared, “What the f**k did you do to her, huh?”
Grabbing Conan by the collar, I yanked him close, my face inches from his. “Tell me where she is! Now! Where the f**k is she?” My voice was a low, menacing growl, every word laced with a raw, desperate fury.
Conan, his face twisted into a cold, mocking grin, chuckled loudly—a sound both chilling and unsettling. “There she is,” he drawled with a sneer.
The voice that followed was sweet, trembling with confusion. “What…”
Scarlet stood in the doorway, barely covered by a blanket. Her
