Kael’s POVMy tires crunched over the gravel, each roll echoing like bones grinding together in the twilight hush. As I turned onto my street, a frown crept across my face, my brows knitting tight at the sight ahead.I didn’t expect to come home to war.Abigail, heels clicking like gunfire, makeup smeared in streaks of warpaint, eyes wild with fury, was a storm in red. She slammed her palm against the iron gate, the clang echoing like thunder, and screamed like a banshee possessed.“Open this damn gate! This is my husband’s house! Do you hear me? You lowlife security scum! Do you know who I am?! I’ll have you fired for this nonsense!”Felix, my gatekeeper, Stoic, silver-haired, and patient as stone, stood ramrod straight, lips clamped into a thin, bloodless line. But I saw it: the subtle twitch in his throat, the flutter of his pulse betraying the strain.Dread coiled in my gut, cold and slick. What now, Abigail?I rolled to a stop a few feet from the gate and stepped out slowly, my b
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