In his hand, the gold Sovereign badge was clenched so tightly that his knuckles whitened. On the floor, the computer monitor displaying port project security data looked cracked.
Ethan turned, staring at Clara with a look that stole her breath away. It was no longer the look of Ethan Vale. It was the look of a ruler who had lost everything for love, and was now ready to take it back with blood.
"Ethan..." whispered Clara.
"Get your clothes ready, Clara," Ethan said, his voice now sounding very unfamiliar, cold, and full of authority. "We won't be sleeping in this house tonight. And starting tomorrow, never let me out of your sight."
The cell phone on Ethan's desk vibrated. An emergency notification appeared on the screen, showing a satellite image of the Thorne residence. Dozens of sma
