The tension inside the safe house was suffocating.
The air smelled of gunpowder, blood, and betrayal, a sharp contrast to the silence that had settled between them.
Lucas Reyes sat at the edge of a steel table, his wound still burning, but his focus locked on one person.
Catherine Calloway.
She stood at the center of the room, arms crossed, her sharp gaze dancing between Isla and Lucas, waiting for them to process her words.
"We don’t run from the Kingmaker."
"We make him run from us."
Lucas grinned at the challenge, but Isla?
She was still staring at her mother, disbelief flickering in her stormy gray eyes.
"You want us to take him down?" Isla asked, her voice dangerously quiet.
Catherine smirked.
"Not want, darling," she murmured. "We have to."
Isla exhaled sharply, shaking h
