Killain's POV
The moment Charles walked out of Love Shot Garden, I knew he wouldn’t go far unnoticed. I gave a single command through my earpiece.
And Donald followed him.
Discreet. Silent. Relentless.
By the time we reached the warehouse, the damage was already done. I still remember the way my chest tightened when I saw Arianna.
Lying helpless on the floor. Wrists red and raw. Her face pale but defiant, eyes blazing even through fear. Camille slumped nearby, bleeding.
Something vicious stirred inside me—something I hadn’t felt in years.
Not since my mother’s final days, when I stood helpless beside her hospital bed, watching life slip away no matter how much power and money we had.
Not since the night I got the call about Elena’s accident, when the world fractured and I learned
