LOGINPOV: CallanThe leather armrest under my palm was beginning to tear where I had dug my fingernails into it for the past twenty minutes. The glass walls of my executive vice president's office offered a panoramic view of the Sydney harbor, but right now, the sprawling vista looked less like an empire and more like a closing cage.My phone vibrated against the mahogany surface, a secure, encrypted burner line that only connected to one person. I didn't answer it on the first ring. I let it buzz twice, my heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs.They had pulled Tahlia out of the harbor clinic. The extraction had been done professionally clean, leaving behind unconscious guards and zero digital blueprints. Lachlan had moved faster than my algorithms predicted. He had smelled blood in the air.I swiped the screen, pressing the phone to my ear. "Talk to me," I hissed, my voice tight, stripped of the smooth, unshakeable confidence I usually wore like a second skin."The med
POV: LachlanForty-eight hours later, the private Gulfstream jet touched down on the tarmac of Sydney Kingsford Smith Airport under the brooding cover of a predawn mist. The cabin was silent as we prepared for descent.We had left Tahlia secured in a hidden, high-security medical safe house monitored round-the-clock by my most trusted men, her detox protocol is progressing faster than expected. Now, we were heading back into the belly of the beast. Back to the towering glass monolith of the Vance Group headquarters, where Callan Vance-Smythe was currently sitting in my executive suite, completely unaware that the trap had already snapped shut around his throat."Remember the rules of engagement," I said quietly, turning toward Kirrily as she adjusted the collar of her sharp, brown designer suit. The vulnerability from the hospital room was completely gone, replaced once again by the razor-sharp armor of a woman ready for blood. "In the public, we maintain the facade. The board still
Lachlan’s POV"Her heart rate is normalizing," the lead doctor said out loud. He took a small step backward from Tahlia's bed. Next to the bed, a metal stand held a clear bag of special medicine. The machine attached to it made a soft hissing sound. The machine was pushing a strong, cleaning medicine right into Tahlia’s veins. "We have started the fast flushing process. The medicine is already grabbing onto the poison in her blood. The poison will be washed out soon."The doctor looked at Kirrily and me. "She is going to feel very sick. She will have bad body aches for the next twelve hours as the poison leaves her body. But her brain is waking up. Her nerves are starting to work normally again."I stood right beside the hospital bed. I still had my arm wrapped tightly around Kirrily’s waist to hold her up. Kirrily was sitting on the edge of a chair next to her cousin. She was holding Tahlia’s pale, weak fingers in both of her hands. The room was very quiet. It was the nervous kind o
Kirrily’s POVThe sound that broke out of my mouth was not a normal cry. It was not a sob. It was a loud, broken scream of pure, terrible pain. It sounded like an animal that had just been caught in a metal trap. The scream tore straight from the deepest, darkest parts of my soul.For four long years, I had built a strong, high wall of ice around my heart. I had taught myself how to be cold. I had taught myself how to hide my feelings. I had promised myself that I would never break down in front of anyone again. But in that hospital room, that wall of ice completely shattered. It broke into a million sharp, jagged pieces.My knees stopped working. They folded underneath me like wet paper. I fell forward, waiting to hit the cold, hard floor of the hospital room.But before I hit the ground, strong arms caught me.Lachlan grabbed me. He pulled me hard against his broad chest. We both fell down onto the floor together. He did not care about his expensive suit or the floor. He just held m
Kirrily’s POVThe door opened, and we walked inside. The room was very clean. The only sound in the whole room was a slow, annoying beep-beep-beep coming from a heart machine next to the bed. I felt like a thick blanket is pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.I looked at the center of the room. There was a narrow, uncomfortable hospital bed. Tahlia was lying right in the middle of it.Seeing her made my heart drop. She looked so small. She looked too tiny for the bed. Her skin was very pale, against the white sheets. She looked so weak that a strong wind might blow her away.I closed my eyes for one second and remembered how she used to be four years ago. Four years ago, Tahlia was a bright, happy teenager. She was always laughing. She was full of energy. She could never sit still. She loved to run in the big gardens behind the house. She loved to bake sweet cookies in the kitchen, getting flour all over her nose. She had been full of life.Now, looking at her in this
Lachlan’s POVThe heavy metal doors of the elevator slid shut. They made a soft, quiet swooshing sound as they closed together. Just as the doors locked, I heard the loud noise of heavy boots running down the hallway outside. The men with the guns had reached our floor. They were only a few seconds lat before we were sealed safely inside the small, private elevator box. The elevator started to move down, taking us away from the danger on the top floor of the building.I stood very still inside the moving elevator. My heart was beating hard against my ribs. I looked over at Kirrily. She was standing in the corner of the small space. She had her hands pushed deep into the pockets of her coat. Her hands were curled into tight fists. She was staring up at the little screen that showed the floor numbers going down. She did not say a word. She did not cry. There was a very scary, quiet look on her face. It was the kind of quiet that happens right before a terrible storm breaks out and dest







