The atmosphere was thick with evil silence. The kind that came before the storm — heavy with unuttered tension, heavy with unwritten words. Killian paced over to the window, his broad shoulders squared as he looked out over the city lights spreading into the darkness of the night. Elena watched him from across the room from where she sat, her chest hurting from her racing heartbeat like an animal in a cage."I wanted you to hear it differently," was what Killian finally said, his voice low and tiredly, as if every word cost him something.Elena took a hesitant step forward. "But you knew I would. Eventually."He spun to face her, the darkness casting on the left side of his face. "Yes," he said. "Eventually. But I'd wished it would be after I'd corrected everything. After I'd found a way of sheltering you from the truth.""The truth hurt me, Killian. It's the lies," she panted. "You swore you'd never lie to me again.""Then you know." He moved closer. "And I've let you down more times
The line of black SUVs ripped through the night like a fire consuming a storm, engines thundering, tires squealing as they rushed toward the south docks.Killian rode in the backseat of the lead car, eyes forward, jaw locked like steel. Next to him, Elena rode in strained silence, her knuckles white as she clutched the seat. In front of them, Dante rode with arms crossed, jaw set, looking out the window. Each look that passed between them was taut with unspoken tension—betrayal, resentment, heartache—all tightly wound between them.But this was not the moment to untangle it.Not yet.“Victor won’t wait,” Xavier said from the front seat, eyes flicking between the road and the digital feed in his hand. “He’s got a full crew already tearing through the containers. We’re minutes out.”“Which container?” Killian asked.“Seven-B,” Xavier replied. “Graves archives. Classified intel, original ledgers—”“—Project V,” Killian muttered under his breath, cutting him off.Elena turned toward him.
The silence that trailed Sophia's ominous words was more oppressive than any scream. Within the core of Graves Tower, bejeweled by shining steel and icy glass, the tempest had finally abated—but war had yet to begin.Killian remained frozen.Sophia's voice remained with him—"Let the final game begin." It wasn't a taunt. It was a pronouncement. A killing blow to a man already on his knees.Elena could sense the tension in Killian's hand around hers. Every available muscle in his body had gone rigid, jaw clenched and expressionless, but she knew the truth. Within the toughened exterior, a battle raged. One that started years ago and was now unraveling at breakneck speed."Sophia…" Killian's tone was gravel and ice, the name cutting through the air like a knife. "You don't get to play games anymore."Sophia just smiled. "But darling," she said, moving forward, "I never did. You just ceased watching." Elena moved forward, standing slightly in front of Killian—not to shield him, but to gr
The moment the video ended, chaos detonated into motion.Killian barked orders into his comms as he and Elena sprinted out of the study. “Silas, Harper—we’ve got a bomb under the west wing. We’ve got three minutes.”“Copy that,” Harper’s voice responded instantly. “Already tracking the security breach. Evacuating all lower-level staff now.”Elena panted fast and hard as they sprinted towards the vault elevators. "She had cameras in there. That means she accessed the internal feeds. This wasn't planted today—this was planned."Killian grimly nodded. "Months ago, perhaps. Before we even suspected her."As the elevator descended, Elena braced against the mirrored wall, attempting to quiet the thudding in her chest. "What if it's not one bomb?Killian met her eyes. “Then we’ll die trying to stop it.”The doors slid open and they ran down the corridor, passing the restricted biotech labs. The entire west wing buzzed with warning lights now, red strobes bathing the walls like blood.When th
Silence throbbed in the warehouse after Victor's last breath escaped his body. The triumph was meant to taste like release, like the tempest had passed—and instead, it tasted like the eye of something far larger. A warning, and not an end.Elena cradled Dante, still dazed, as Killian stood gazing down at the piece of paper in his hand as if it contained poison."The true enemy is already inside."The words clawed at his instincts, and suddenly a weight bearing down onto his chest.This wasn't over. Not even close."Killian," Elena stood up. "What does that mean?"He didn't respond immediately.His gaze roamed over the destruction—Victor's dead bodies, his battered corpse, the destruction they'd just escaped. Then he saw Dante. The boy—no, the man—who had pleaded Elena to flee from Killian, sitting bound and bruised now from Victor's treachery.Killian curled his fingers tighter around the note. "We have to leave. Now.""But—""Now," he barked, and Elena did not protest.They piled int
Elena awoke to the soft hum of the penthouse alarm system booting up for the day, but Killian's side of the bed was empty. The sheet still held the warmth of his body, but he was gone—like a phantom that had blown through the night and vanished at dawn. She sat up, brushing matted locks of hair away from her face, her muscles aching from the night before. But with that passion was the cold truth. The war hadn't suspended itself for love. It had simply shut in. She shrugged on one of Killian's dress shirts and padded barefoot down the hallway to the control room. The glass walls sparkled in the morning light, and inside, Killian stood before the surveillance monitors, Silas and a visibly shaken Harper on either side of her. Harper didn't get shaken. "—what do you mean the intel was leaked?" Killian's voice was cold steel, sheared thin and sharp. Harper shifted uncomfortably. "We laid the trap exactly as planned. But Victor's men were ready. They attacked the convoy before it ev