The violent thunderstorm from last night was gone. Bright morning sunlight warmed the wide marble kitchen of the Dragon Emperor Villa.
Luke stood quietly at the stove, flipping a pancake in a copper pan. He wore a simple white shirt and grey slacks. He looked like an ordinary husband making breakfast.He didn't look like a man who had snapped a billionaire's neck and stepped over a hundred bleeding mercenaries just hours ago.
Sharp footsteps clicked against the marble.
Sarah walked into the kitchen. She was dressed for her first full day of work, wearing the crisp white CEO blazer the Frost Group had provided. But she wasn't acting like an untouchable executive this morning.
She stared at her sleek new corporate phone, her face pale.
"Luke," she whispered. She stopped in the middle of
