Marvin's POV
The moment I stepped out of Aria's hospital room, I saw him—Kane, standing at the far end of the hallway like a damn storm cloud waiting to break.
His eyes locked onto me, sharp and cutting, like he was trying to skin me alive with just a glance.
"Hey there, Kane." I offered him a casual smile, keeping my voice light but instinctively lowering it. This wasn't the time or place for a shouting match—not with Aria still recovering inside.
His face was all stone and shadows as he gave a curt nod. "You're back in town and the first place you run to is a hospital? Must be nice having that much free time."
"Come on," I said with a shrug, still wearing that easygoing smile. "Aria's one of my employees. She got hurt. Of course I came to check on her."
But I was watching him closely—beneath the cold exterior, he was boiling. Not at me, exactly. No, this fury was misplaced, bottled up, and desperate for somewher
Marvin's POVThe moment I stepped out of Aria's hospital room, I saw him—Kane, standing at the far end of the hallway like a damn storm cloud waiting to break.His eyes locked onto me, sharp and cutting, like he was trying to skin me alive with just a glance."Hey there, Kane."I offered him a casual smile, keeping my voice light but instinctively lowering it. This wasn't the time or place for a shouting match—not with Aria still recovering inside.His face was all stone and shadows as he gave a curt nod. "You're back in town and the first place you run to is a hospital? Must be nice having that much free time.""Come on,"I said with a shrug, still wearing that easygoing smile. "Aria's one of my employees. She got hurt. Of course I came to check on her."But I was watching him closely—beneath the cold exterior, he was boiling. Not at me, exactly. No, this fury was misplaced, bottled up, and desperate for somewher
Aria's POVI never expected Kane to come back.But when I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, a wave of warmth flooded my chest before I could stop it.He lifted the lid off the tray and brought it to my bedside."Even if you're not hungry, you should eat a little,"he said gently.The aroma hit me instantly—warm, savory, comforting. The presentation was beautiful, too. My stomach growled loudly, echoing through the quiet room like a betrayal.I turned my head away, cheeks burning with embarrassment.I didn't know how to face Kane anymore. Part of me wanted to be close to him, the other part wanted to run. My heart felt like it was being pulled in opposite directions, leaving me breathless with confusion.He scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to my lips. I meant to refuse, I really did. But something about his quiet patience, the gentle kindness in his eyes, broke down my defenses. I opened my mouth
Aria's POVI frowned as consciousness crept in, my lips unbearably dry. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My gaze drifted from Kane's face down to—I froze.He was holding my hand...and my finger was wet.Slick with saliva.My brain short-circuited.That tingly, sharp little pain I felt earlier—it wasn't part of a dream. It was real. That's what woke me up.And the first thing I saw?Kane, gnawing on my damn finger.What the hell was I supposed to feel about that?Embarrassed? Confused? Disgusted?I didn't even know. My mind was in a fog, my heart twisted into something awkward and tangled. Without saying a word, I closed my eyes again. Pretended to sleep. I couldn't deal with him right now.He leaned in, his voice soft and careful. "Are you in pain?"I didn't answer.He gently wiped the saliva from my finger, then asked again, "Where does it hurt?""My head," I muttered, my voice scratchy and raw. The words came out like gravel.He tensed like I was about to pass out again. His
Gabriella's POVI stormed into the house like a whirlwind, not even bothering to say hello. Straight up the stairs. Thankfully, only the maids were around this time of day—and they knew better than to speak to me. I've made it abundantly clear I don't regard them as anything more than background noise.Once in my room, I hurled my purse to the floor and bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it. The faucet screeched as I turned it to full blast, the sound of rushing water drowning out my pounding heart.I scrubbed my hands violently, as if I could wash away something vile—something rotten clinging to my skin.I knew exactly what was happening between ATTA and ACE. Kane was leading the charge, forcing ACE into retreat after retreat. It was a massacre, and I knew exactly who was behind it.Aria.She's back.After she fled from ATTA, I thought I'd finally have some peace. But Kane...he's still fighting for her. Still protecting her.God, I could scream. She ran
Baron's POVI stayed at Amos' clinic, but my mind was anywhere but here. The moment Kane left the hospital, I had this sinking feeling in my gut. The way Aria got hurt—it didn't add up. I needed to figure out exactly what happened.I called the traffic department to get a report on the scene, then immediately had someone pull the street surveillance footage and check for witnesses.Of course, I didn't forget what Kane asked me to do either. I'd already sent someone to handle things on Edric's end.Standing in the hallway, I gripped my phone tighter, brows drawn into a hard knot. "No one saw anything? What about the traffic cams?"The voice on the other end was apologetic. "It was rush hour. No one was paying attention to the sidewalk. That section of road's a blind spot for cameras—nothing caught the incident.""There were a few parked cars nearby, but none had dashcams. We checked the jewelry store's camera at the corner, but it was partially blocked. Didn't catch the important parts
Kane's POVMy voice was raw. "What did you just say? She only has forty minutes?!"I grabbed Frank by the collar, rage flooding every vein in my body. My hands were shaking, and my eyes—if they weren't on fire, they sure as hell felt like it.Frank gently tapped my wrist. "Kane, you need to calm down and listen—""Calm down?" I cut him off with a growl. "Are you telling me she's going to be dead in forty minutes?!"I couldn't say the word. Dead. It was like a blade stuck in my throat. Just thinking it made me sick.Frank exhaled slowly. "I told you from the beginning—her condition is critical."My fists clenched so tightly I could hear my knuckles crack. My vision blurred with rage and fear.The nurse stepped forward. Her voice was small, but every word stabbed me clean through the chest. "We've contacted every blood bank. Dr. Gemma is still reaching out, but there's been no match so far. We...we don't know what else to do."No. No, no, no.I let out a roar and kicked a nearby trash b