The plane descended into darkness.Below them, the Adriatic Sea shimmered like black silk under a waning moon. The small private island—unmarked on any map—jutted from the water like a phantom. It didn’t look like a place where empires crumbled or fortunes traded hands in blood. It looked abandoned, windswept, wild.But Elena knew better.The auction was being held beneath it—in the labyrinthine tunnels and forgotten bunkers that once belonged to Yugoslavian warlords. The perfect place for people who never wanted to be seen.Lucien’s voice cut through the silence of the cabin. “They’ll scan us the moment we land. Weapons hidden, identities confirmed, and if we’re lucky... no one will recognize your face.”She glanced at him. “I don’t believe in luck. Just leverage.”His smirk was faint. “You sound more like me than Killian these days.”“Let’s just get in, get what we need, and get out alive.”The jet touched down on a sleek black strip that looked more like a relic than a runway. Imme
Killian’s voice was rough, but his eyes were clear.“Tell me everything,” he said, fingers lacing through Elena’s with surprising strength. “No lies. No soft edges.”Elena didn’t sugarcoat it.She told him everything—the truth about Victor’s confessions, about Margot’s faked death, the hidden auction in Montenegro, and Sophia’s betrayal. She recounted Dante’s findings and how Margot had manipulated them all from the shadows, using Victor as a pawn, and how her goal was nothing short of obliteration—of Graves, of the Romanos, of everything their families had built.Killian listened silently, jaw clenched, the rhythm of the heart monitor spiking slightly every time her voice trembled.When she finished, he let out a long breath, his fingers tightening around hers.“She always liked to make the kill look like a game,” he muttered. “And I always underestimated just how deep her hatred went.”Elena studied him. “Why didn’t you ever tell me more about her? The truth?”His eyes met hers, fil
The hospital corridors were unusually quiet the next morning, bathed in soft sunlight that spilled through the tall windows. Nurses moved silently, speaking in low murmurs, and the scent of antiseptic clung to everything. Elena stood at the window of Killian’s room, arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching the day break over the city.He hadn’t woken up yet.His vitals were strong, the doctor had reassured her. The surgery was successful, and he was expected to make a full recovery. But that didn’t stop the unease crawling through her ribs, the tight coil of dread that hadn’t eased since the warehouse.Behind her, the monitor beeped steadily—comforting and terrifying at the same time.“You look like hell,” a familiar voice said gently.Elena turned, her face softening as Reid stepped into the room with a thermos in hand. “That’s because I feel like hell.”He handed her the thermos. “Fresh coffee. Not the hospital kind.”She took it gratefully and gave him a tired smile. “You’re a
The city outside the hospital window was still cloaked in the murky blue of early dawn. Elena sat alone in the sterile waiting room, her fingers clutching the lukewarm coffee Reid had brought her hours ago. She hadn’t taken a sip. Across from her, Dante leaned forward, elbows on his knees, jaw clenched in a hard line. The silence between them had turned from awkward to suffocating.“Killian’s stable,” Reid said softly, stepping back into the room. His eyes were tired, dark circles etched beneath them. “Doctors say he lost a lot of blood, but the bullet missed vital organs.”Elena didn’t breathe until those words settled. Relief surged through her like a wave, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing in her chest. “He saved me,” she whispered, voice brittle. “Without hesitation.”Dante looked away, shame flickering across his face. “He shouldn’t have had to.”Elena turned her eyes to him, gaze steely. “But he did.”There was no point in sugarcoating it. What Killian had done in tha
The sky had fully awakened by the time Elena emerged from Killian’s room. Pale golden light bled through the windows of Graves Tower, brushing over the corridors like a quiet promise that the world hadn’t ended — not yet.But Elena felt like she was walking out of a different lifetime. One where her hands had held a man as he bled for her. One where the line between enemy and ally, family and stranger, had thinned until nothing remained but choices.Reid was waiting outside, perched on the edge of a bench, phone in hand. When he saw her, he stood.“Well?” he asked, voice low, rough.“He’s stable,” she said. Her voice was hoarse, exhaustion soaking into every syllable. “He woke up for a moment. Said my name.”Reid exhaled a breath like he’d been holding it for hours. “That bastard never stays down long.”Elena gave a ghost of a smile. “He’s not allowed to.”She turned to find Dante still lingering at the end of the hallway. He hadn’t moved since she’d gone in, hadn’t said another word
The world contracted.Time shattered into pieces—screams, blood, metal, breath.Elena's fingers clenched tighter on Killian's wound, his blood sliding between her fingers, warm and horrifying. She hardly noticed Reid's yell, the mayhem tearing around them, or even the acrid smell of gunpowder thickening the air.All she saw was him.Killian.Stilled, half-conscious, lips ghosting a breath that quivered against her skin."Stay with me," she breathed, her voice raw, shaking. "You stay. Do you hear me? Don't you dare leave me, Killian."His lids opened with reluctance, the glazed look of pain masking the depth she knew so well. "I'm still here," he croaked. "Still yours."And God, it almost shattered her.Reid barked orders to the others, dragging Victor back in metal cuffs while the remaining guards were either disarmed or shot. Dante crouched beside Elena now, his hands hesitant, unsure.“We need to move him,” Reid said. “Now. We’ve got less than ten before reinforcements show up.”“I’