The gunshot echoed through the warehouse.
Smoke curled from the barrel of Isla Calloway’s gun.
Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she stared at the man who had haunted her existence for years.
The Kingmaker.
Her father.
Edward Calloway’s body jerked backward, his gun falling from his grip as he staggered.
For a split second, the impossible happened.
She saw shock flicker in his eyes.
As if he had never imagined this moment would come.
As if he had never truly believed his daughter had the strength to pull the trigger.
But she had.
And she would do it again.
His body hit the ground.
The Kingmaker was down.
But Isla knew better than to assume it was over.
Lucas Reyes felt cold.
The pain in his side was sharp, hot, unrelenting.
His mind was swimming, struggling to st
