LOGINThe rest of the time was a blur of negotiations, and a non-disclosure agreement and further return of the assets. Dorian was attempting to push me to an edge.“It’s worth 500 million, typically for Nest’s special. Are you sure you want to give it up as well, Zayne?” He pressed, narrowing his eyes.I signed the papers without thinking twice.“Is this enough?” I smirked. Dorian was shocked for a moment before a proud chuckle escaped his lips. His eyes twinkled with a strange pride I failed to encrypt.“I knew I could trust you blindly. You truly are the best choice for Kristine.” I wasn’t doing it for your praise. I wouldn’t retort, obviously. I smiled and gave him a nod.“Everything is settled,” Dorian enunciated, handling the files to his personal assistant, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips.“You are officially freed from the Crimson Nest. You are stripped of all your position and privilege, Zayne Nightwood. Go. Go back to your ‘normal’ life.” His voice was soft, he was g
ZAYNE’S POV******************If I were to perish, I would take every secret, every lie, and my very soul with me. I wouldn’t allow it to end smoothly– not when I was already the villain of her story. If the truth was to be exhumed, why should I have to face the silence alone?“You were with me in my childhood yet never told me…” She was sitting on the bed, her hand hanging low with endless gloom, the weight of the revelation settled over her.I was sitting on the ground, by her feet– the place where I belong– hugging my knees yet not daring to look up and find disgust in her gaze.“Dorian… Does he know you? Antler too?”“Yes. We grew up together,” I admitted, “Dorian knew that if anyone could protect you, it was me. He knew you’d only be safe with me.”I felt her body tense. Her mind was a blurred landscape, struggling to map out a past she couldn't see.“How… how come I don’t remember? What happened to me?” She whispered wretchedly.“You wanted to forget it.” I replied, smiling
KRISTINE’S POV*********************Hundreds of images. My face at 16, laughing awkwardly at a school fair. Everyone, including Zayne at my 18th birthday. I, 23, with Edric, laughing but in the background was… Zayne. In a business meeting at 22. The party when I commenced S’n’S. He.. He was there. “What… What the fuck is this, Zayne? What… how are you in these?” For a long time, I simply stared at the scattered photographs, attempting to find logic but couldn’t.But, what possible justification could make the stalking look… fair?In several of them, ever since I left home. Always slightly off to the side, never fully in focus, was him.Zayne.Carrying that dangerous intensity in his eyes, his eyes locked on me that made my stomach twist. “Kieran captured the ones after you turned 20 to remind me of the only weakness of the ‘Hunter’ This world was afraid of.”“Your… weakness?” Sniffling, I forced my terrified eyes to lift and greet his unwavering one. He stood with clarity, a
ZAYNE’S POV******************There was something darker coming—something deadlier than anything the Crimson Nest had ever faced.Antler had laid out the entire encounter with Emeric, and the more I listened, the more surreal it sounded. The pieces didn’t fit. Rules were being broken, ethics discarded, as if someone was deliberately clearing the path for pure chaos.But, Mr. Night was already here. What else could possibly be waiting in the shadows?“Something is terribly wrong, Zayne.” Antler sighed as we were on the rooftop of my office building.A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat between us, and the sweet haze of weed curled lazily in the night air.“What do you mean?” I asked, exhaling slowly.I took a long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs and dull the constant roar in my head, to eradicate all my distress.“Emeric offered me to join him.” “You? Is he stupid or something?” I let out a low, bitter laugh, the words were too humorous to believe in.“Does he think everyone’s b
After the heartwarming dinner, Rose wanted to bid him goodbye until he was out of sight and share some honest talks of her heart.“You don’t want to come all the way here.” “I want to thank you properly for the lovely time, Antler. My parents… they are so happy.” Rose chuckled, gripping onto his arms as they were walking towards the building’s exit.“Thank you for everything.” Rose’s eyes twinkled, refusing to look anywhere else but him, her heart flapping rapidly with delight. “Anything for my little bird.” He chuckled, wrapping his hand protectively around her shoulder, encasing her in his chest.“Antler… Thank you.” She whispered, tears filling her eyes, “Truly. Thank you so much.”“For what?”With her expressions softening, she was right into his space, holding the lapel of his coat as a tear rolled down her cheek.“For entering my life, for loving me, for…teasing me. I-I never admitted it but I loved all your teasing…” She sobbed, her tears soaking through the fabric but her f
“Can you imagine, Kristine?” Zayne asked.His head tilted, resting against his wife as the couple were staring at the man before them with suspicion and controlled snicker.“I absolutely cannot.”Antler stood in the center of the room, arms crossed over his massive chest, “It’s a formal introduction. Not a comedy special. Pipe down.”They glanced at each other and despite their harshness and tough condition, a genuine laughter broke. The situation was too humorous for them.“Antler, the man who treats every social interaction like a hostage negotiation? Meeting Rose’s parents?” Kristine laughed, holding her stomach, her mind impotent to register how quickly this moment arrived.“I’m just trying to imagine you sitting at a dinner table,” Zayne gasped, wiping a stray tear, trying to mimic him, "Pass the salt, or I’ll be forced to use lethal force.'"“Or, or,” Kristine extended her hand, resting it on Zayne’s forearm.“Who knows if he makes her marry him at gun point. That’s something he







