Killian’s pov
Morning rain poured endlessly over the mansion, turning the windows dark with water and shadow.
Deep beneath the estate, hidden under layers of concrete and steel, the underground cells sat in complete silence.
The faint hum of overhead lights echoed through the corridor as Killian walked down the narrow hallway alone.
His footsteps were slow and measured against the concrete floor.
The guards standing outside the final cell immediately straightened.
Killian barely acknowledged them and reached for the door.
The heavy metal door creaked as he opened it.
Bianca sat tied to a chair in the center of the room.
Her wrists were bound tightly in front of her, ankles restrained to the chair legs. A gag had been forced into her mouth, muffling the panicked sounds escaping he
