Artemis POV
The knock came at 6:17 a.m.
I hadn’t slept—not really. My jaw throbbed from where Devonte’s men had struck me. My ribs were sore, and my pride worse off. Lana’s face still haunted me—eyes wide with fear, tears smudged under her lashes, whispering that she didn’t know what was real anymore. And I couldn't blame her.
Another knock. Louder.
I opened the door, half-dressed, expecting Julian or a security update.
Instead, it was a hotel staff member, breathless. “Sir… the man from Villa 7… Devonte Callum… he’s dead.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“Dead. Found in his suite early this morning. Staff smelled smoke. The fire alarm was tampered with. He was already gone when security got in. I was told to inform you immediately—your name was noted on the guest list.”
Everything around me s
