Charles' POV
I toss my keys onto the marble counter and walk straight to the bedroom, not even bothering to take off my shoes. My body feels like deadweight, but it’s not just physical exhaustion, it’s everything else.
Alma didn’t follow me back to the condo. I didn’t ask her to. She wouldn’t understand anyway. Not this.
I drop onto the bed, with limbs heavy with fatigue, and my back flat against the mattress. The ceiling above me stares back blankly, just as silent as the thoughts swirling in my head.
I can't stop replaying it, Lana. Her face when she looked at me. The embarrassment, fear and shame in her eyes. I need to get her out of that monster’s grip.
No one would get it. Not Alma, no one. Only I know why I need to get Lana away from that monster. And it’s not even about her being my secret weapon.
That bastard touched my tail the day he had me suspended from the force and smeared my name. He thought he won. But he hasn’t.
I close my eyes. No—he won’t.
I’ll get Lana back. I’ll
