Lucas Reyes was on his knees.
The cold pavement bit into his skin, but that wasn’t what held his attention.
No—his focus was locked on her.
Isla Calloway stood before him, her gun aimed at his chest, her posture unwavering, her expression unreadable.
Too unreadable.
She was selling it.
Playing the role.
But the question was—for how long?
A team of the Kingmaker’s men stood behind her, watching closely.
Waiting for her to pull the trigger.
Lucas swallowed down the rage burning in his gut.
Because he knew what this was.
A test.
Not just for her.
For him.
The Kingmaker wanted to see if Isla had truly abandoned him.
If she was one of them now.
And Isla?
She was walking a razor-thin line between survival and execution.
One wrong move—and they were both dead.
The sound of slo
