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~Katia~I brushed past Delia's shoulder without another word. The suffocating, heavy scent of her floral perfume and the flicker of her useless dinner candles faded behind me as I crossed the threshold of the formal dining room and headed straight for the grand stone staircase.My heels clicked sharply against the stone as I ascended, each step carrying me further into the quiet, dark sanctuary of Julian's private wing. My heart was hammering against my ribs, wild and fueled by the sheer audacity of what lay downstairs and the unknown danger waiting for me above.When I reached his room, the door was slightly ajar. A single, warm sliver of light cut a sharp line through the dim corridor.I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Julian was standing just inside the bedroom, his massive frame trembling slightly. He was holding onto the heavy wooden doorframe with a white-knuckled grip, using it as an anchor just to keep himself balanced against the invisible weight pressing down on his
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~Katia~The bedroom in the upstate Windsor estate was quiet—too quiet, the kind of heavy, isolated silence that only a sprawling property shrouded in misty rain could produce. Down the hall, Aiden was already asleep, his room dark and settled. I was sitting on the edge of the mattress, the artificial glow of my tablet illuminating the dark as I tried to review the shipping manifests for the Brooklyn shipyard, when my phone vibrated in my palm.The screen lit up with his name.I swiped the screen and pressed the receiver to my ear, expecting his usual gravelly, possessive whisper. But when he spoke, his voice sounded like iron sliding over stone—stiff, strained, and strangely formal.“Ms. Kensington,” he rasped, the words forced through a tightening throat. “I'm afraid you will have to rush to my home. We need to discuss the London extension. It's urgent.”The line went dead before I could even draw a breath to answer.I stared at the darkened screen, my stomach hitting concrete as the
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~Julian~The front doors of my city mansion closed behind me with a heavy, hollow thud.I pulled off my overcoat and handed it to the waiting houseman, my mind still racing with the fallout of the London telemetry logistics. My knuckles, wrapped in fresh medical tape, were stiff and aching. I wanted nothing more than to clear the remaining administrative wreckage, make the long drive upstate to the family estate, and pull my wife’s soft, warm body against mine until the static in my head finally went quiet.But as I stepped into the gallery, the scent of heavy, suffocating floral perfume hit my nose.I looked toward the formal dining room of my wing. The overhead chandelier was dark, replaced instead by the weak, flickering glow of a dozen tapered candles. The dark mahogany of the table was scattered with red rose petals.And sitting at the head of it, watching my approach with a desperate intensity, was Delia.An immediate, sharp wave of annoyance tightened my chest. The sight of the
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~Delia~His car was not in the garage.I knew before I even checked. I walked to my window in the early morning gray and looked down at the private garage and confirmed what I already felt—the estate had that stillness it only had when Julian was not in it. Not quiet exactly. Something emptier than quiet.He had not come home again.I turned from the window and sat on the edge of my bed and looked at my hands.This had been happening for weeks. Months, if I counted properly, which I was choosing not to do because the number was not a comfortable one. Julian left in the morning and did not come back at night, and I had no idea where he went. That was the truth of it. I did not know. I had tried to find out—I had asked the security team casually, had tried to read his schedule from the communications that passed through the estate, had listened for anything that would tell me where he spent his evenings.Nothing.The security team did not discuss Julian's movements. His schedule was man
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~Julian~The lights in the dining room were warm when I walked through the front doors.I could hear them, Grandma Celeste's voice, low and measured; Gail responding; the faint clink of silverware against porcelain. A normal evening. Dinner at the Windsor family mansion was the way it had always been—quiet for a household that had learned to function around the silences its men left behind.I did not stop.I walked through the entrance hall, past the open dining room doors, and I did not look in. I heard the conversation stop. I heard the clink of silverware pause. I heard Grandma say nothing, which was the loudest thing she could have done, because Grandma Celeste always knew when to say nothing.I kept walking.The blood on my shirt was dry in places and still wet in others. My knuckles had bled through the medical tape again—the warehouse had been thorough work. My face was clean. That was the only clean thing about me.I took the east corridor to the guest wing.I stopped outside
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~Julian's POV~The abandoned WEG shipyard warehouse in Brooklyn smelled of salt, rusted iron, and fifty years of stagnant oil.It was freezing inside. The rain from the harbor was hitting the corrugated steel roof in a heavy, deafening roar, but the sound was distant, blocked out by the massive, cavernous silence of the concrete floor. In the center of the dark space, hanging from a single, frayed black wire, a high-intensity halogen bulb cast a harsh, stark cone of white light onto the damp concrete.Directly beneath the light, tied to a heavy steel industrial chair with thick, reinforced zip ties, was Jude Wolfe.He was barely conscious. His head was slumped forward, a thin, dark trail of fresh blood dripping from his nose onto the torn fabric of his silk shirt. His face was already a ruined, swollen mask of plum-colored bruising from the penthouse siege, but the fresh laceration at the back of his skull—courtesy of Sam’s fire extinguisher—had been crudely bandaged with a piece of d
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