(Sanya's POV)
I know exactly where he's going before he even gets there.
I follow him through the corridors of the Stone mansion, keeping to the shadows, watching as his body moves with purpose and rage toward Tyron's study, and I recognize that look in his eyes because I've felt it myself a thousand times since I married into this cursed family—the need to make someone pay, to defend what's yours, to strike back when words aren't enough anymore.
He's going to find Tyron, going to make him pay for insulting his mother, for saying those vile things about the woman who raised him, and part of me wants to let him do it, wants to watch Aaron tear Tyron apart the way Tyron has been tearing me apart since the day we married.
But before Aaron can reach the study, before he can even get close,
