MasukCELESTINE'S POV:"Let her go or I will shoot you.""Then I will cut her throat on the way down."The blade presses harder against my skin. I feel a sting, a warmth, the trickle of blood sliding down my neck. I do not cry out. I do not beg. I will not give Kier the satisfaction.I look at Lysander. I look into his gray eyes and I try to tell him everything I cannot say out loud. Do not hesitate. Shoot him. I would rather die than be his. I would rather die than let him win.But Lysander cannot. His gun is raised, his finger is on the trigger, but he cannot shoot. Because Kier's knife is too close to my throat. Because one wrong move and I die. Because he loves me too much to risk it."Kier," Lysander says, and his voice is softer now, almost gentle. "This does not have to end this way. Let her go and I will let you walk out of here. I will not chase you. I will not hurt you. Just let her go."Kier laughs again, that hollow useless broken sound. "You expect me to believe that? You, who
CELESTINE'S POV:I hear the gunshots first.They are distant, muffled by the concrete walls and the earth packed tight around this underground prison, but they are unmistakable. The sharp crack of a firearm and the sound that makes your body tense before your brain even has time to process what it means. One shot. Then another. Then shouting, voices raised in anger and fear and something that sounds like triumph.My heart leaps into my throat.Lysander is here. He came for me. He found me.I am sitting on the cot in the corner of the concrete room, my back against the cold wall, my hand pressed against my belly. The baby is moving, kicking, fluttering, as if they can feel my excitement, my fear, my desperate, soaring hope. I have been in this bunker for days, surviving, holding on, waiting for this moment.And now it is here.Kier hears the noise too. He is standing by the door, his back to me, his body tense. He has been here for hours, sitting in that chair across from me, watching
LYSANDER'S POV:I drive through the night.The road stretches out ahead of me, dark and endless and the headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the rain that has been falling for hours, a steady, driving rain that makes the world outside look like it is melting.My leg is screaming and every time I shift my foot from the gas to the brake, a jolt of pain shoots up my spine and settles somewhere deep in my chest. I do not care. I cannot feel it. I cannot feel anything except the cold, burning need to get to her, to save her, to bring her home.My head is pounding and my body is running on adrenaline and rage and the desperate hope that she is still alive, that she is still fighting, that she is still waiting for me.I do not stop. I cannot stop. Celestine is in a bunker somewhere in Scotland and every minute I waste is another minute she is alone with Kier, another minute he is touching her, another minute he is hurting her. I press my foot on the accelerator and I drive faste
CAMILLE'S POV:I take a breath. I have been rehearsing this moment for days, ever since Nikolai came home drunk and angry and started talking about his brother in law and his stupid plans and the bunker in Scotland that no one would ever find. I pretended I wasn't listening but my ears were open like that of a rabbit. I remembered. And now I am going to use that information to buy my freedom."Kier told Nikolai about it when they were planning the kidnapping," I say. "It is an old hunting bunker, built by our father. It is hidden in the side of a mountain in the Scottish Highlands and it has no GPS or any cell service. No one knows it exists except Kier and Nikolai and Vladimir."Lysander steps closer. "You are sure?""I am sure. Nikolai showed me on a map. He was drunk and he was bragging and he thought I was too stupid to remember. But I remember. I wrote down the coordinates."I pull a piece of paper out of my pocket and hold it out to him. My hand is shaking so badly that the pape
LYSANDER'S POV:Before we can walk out the door, the phone on my desk rings. I almost ignore it, almost. I have been ignoring most calls for days, letting my assistants screen them, letting Athena handle the things that need to be handled. But something makes me stop. Something makes me pick it up."Mr. Ashcroft," the security guard says. "There is a woman here to see you. She says her name is Camille Drakon and that she has something important to tell you."My blood goes cold. Camille. Kier's sister. The woman who I later learnt was sold to the Drakons like a piece of livestock, who was forced to marry Nikolai, who has every reason to hate Kier and everyone connected to him."Let her in," I say. "Put her in the living room. I will be there in five minutes."I hang up the phone and look at Maxwell."Camille Drakon," he says. "Kier's sister.""Yes. I wonder why she is here.""Do you trust her?"I think about it and also about the fact that she is a Thornwell, and the Thornwells have do
LYSANDER'S POV:I have not slept in four days and also I have not eaten in two. I have not stopped moving, not for a single moment, because every time I stop, every time I sit down, every time I close my eyes, I see Celestine's face and I hear Kier's voice on the phone and I feel the cold, crushing weight of my own failure pressing down on my chest.I have teams of people searching every property Kier has ever owned, every address connected to the Drakons, every lead no matter how small or unlikely or desperate. Private investigators. Former military. Hackers who can find information that does not want to be found. I am spending money like water, burning through cash, and I do not care. I would spend every penny I have, every asset, every empire, if it meant finding her.But so far, nothing. The searches have turned up empty. The properties are abandoned or sold or never had anything to do with Kier in the first place. The leads have gone nowhere. The investigators keep coming back wi







