Sebastian’s POV
Lily is actually funny.
Did she really think I wouldn’t recognize her? That night was burned into my memory with the precision of a brand. The image of her trembling form, the screams, the chaos… and the sting of her sharp nails dragging across my back like a final warning—I still feel it sometimes, like phantom pain reminding me that no good deed goes unpunished.
People forget. I don’t.
“Sir,” Drey said, stepping in with a file clutched tightly in his hand. “This is the picture of the guy and his other friends—the ones who kidnapped Lily and assaulted her.”
He placed the folder on my table with quiet urgency.
So fast? Impressive.
Drey had been my secretary for almost two years now. Loyal, efficient, annoyingly persistent—but I had to admit, he was good at his job. I gave him the assignment barely forty-eight hours ago. He was supposed to dig into Lily’s background, especially the incident from that horrific night. I didn’t expect to hear from him so soon.
But what he
