The moment the lights cut out, Isla Calloway’s blood ran cold.
The beeping of her heart monitor stopped.
The soft hum of machinery fizzled into silence.
And in the darkness—she could still see him.
Edward Calloway stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim emergency lights in the hallway, his smile slow, cruel, and full of amusement.
Like he knew he had already won.
"Hello, darling," he murmured.
Lucas moved instantly.
Before Edward could take another step, Lucas had his gun raised, his entire body coiled with lethal intent.
"You’ve got three seconds to turn around and walk the hell out of here," Lucas growled. "Or I put a bullet in your skull."
Edward sighed, unbothered.
"Still so aggressive, Reyes. It’s exhausting, really."
Isla pushed against the sheets, trying t
