CALEB'S POVThe sheer, tectonic force of Maximilian Devereux’s growl rattled the very chassis of the limousine. The air inside the car instantly turned to lead, heavy and crushing, the kind of suffocating pressure that only a true apex predator could exert.And yet, despite the patriarch standing before us like a wrathful god, Evander and Lysander didn’t instantly scatter. They didn't even flinch. Instead, a low, vicious warning rumbled in their own throats, their bodies shifting subtly to shield me... protectively, possessively... even as Maximilian’s eyes burned holes through the open door."Get out of the car," Maximilian commanded, his voice a low, gravelly lash that brook no argument. "Both of you. Now.""Grandfather," Evander started, his tone dangerously flat as he finally lifted his head from my neck, though his heavy arm remained securely, agonizingly locked around my waist. "You picked a terrible time to play patriarch.""Is that so?" Maximilian stepped closer, the manicured
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