The hospital corridor had long gone quiet. The only sound that drifted faintly was the steady beep of the heart monitor beside Xiao Lian’s bed and the occasional shuffling of nurses outside. I stood at the window, the moonlight cutting through the blinds, silvering the cold floor beneath my shoes. My reflection looked hollow—eyes sharp, but weighed down by questions I couldn’t answer.
Raynolds had already knocked out on the couch, his head leaning awkwardly to the side, soft snores breaking the silence. I envied his ability to rest. Sleep, for me, had become a stranger. My thoughts replayed the gang leader’s words over and over again.
> *The people you’re after are deadlier than you can imagine.*
It unsettled me. My focus had always been the Grayson household, vengeance for Daniel—th
