"His heart is my fortress; I will defend its walls against all who think they can sniff the air of my sanctuary.”EZREAL’S POVThe text was short, precise, and cold, just the way I wanted it.‘I’m on my way to the summit. Meet me there.’No greetings. No softness. He didn't deserve it. I dropped the phone back on the table, but the anger didn’t ease. It simmered in my chest, low and dangerous, the kind of fury that begged for something to break. My knuckles ached from clenching, my pulse too steady for how violently I wanted to react.Baron.Even his name made my jaw tighten.He looked at me like I was the devil, and maybe he was right. But he was the one wearing a collar, hiding behind God while drowning in sin.I wanted to slam my fists into something — a wall, a mirror, his mouth — anything that would make the ache stop. But I didn’t. I never broke what I couldn’t fix.“Vincent,” I said finally.He straightened from where he’d been checking his gun. “Sir?”“Get the car ready. We’r
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