Wyatt barked orders at his men, his voice booming over the chaos. “Get to the front gates! Hold them off! Jayce, with me!” His dark eyes burned with urgency as he gestured for his second-in-command to follow.
They stormed through the château’s winding halls, the sound of their boots echoing ominously. Wyatt’s expression was a mask of determination, his mind focused on one goal: claiming Kyra before Ryder could get to her.
As they approached Kyra’s room, Evelyn lingered in the shadows, her smirk growing wider. She watched Wyatt and Jayce with disdain, her thoughts hidden behind her cold, calculating eyes. Silently, she signaled her loyal vampires to prepare for the inevitable. Wyatt’s men were no longer an asset—they were expendable. Her plan to eliminate them was already in motion.
She
