Cole's POV
Nolan definitely doesn’t know what he’s dealing with.
He actually thinks I’ve forgotten everything.
He thinks wiping my memories worked.
He thinks I’m harmless now, weak, recovering, broken.
He has no idea whom he's dealing with, I killed his personal guard just an hour ago.
And not just because of Esme.
The bastard had gotten on my nerves every day for months, always talking too much, always trying too hard to impress Nolan, always looking at me like I was an experiment about to fail. I tolerated him because I was waiting for the right moment.
And today, well, he pushed too far.
And I snapped his neck like it was nothing.
Maybe next time it’ll be Nolan.
But not yet—because right now, nobody must suspect me. No one must even smell the truth.
I walked away from the b
