Rafe The dream doesn’t come gently. It never does. It rips. I’m back in that warehouse—concrete sweating, lights flickering like they’re afraid to stay on. My wrists burn from the rope. Blood trickles down my temple, warm and slow, like time itself mocking me. Damien crouches in front of me. Smiling. “You always were loyal to the wrong man,” he says. I spit blood at his shoes. “I chose him.” That’s when he laughs. And everything fractures. THE NIGHT I DIED I remember now. All of it. Not pieces. Not echoes. Everything. They didn’t just capture me. They hunted me. Because Nicholas Rhodes was untouchable—surrounded by walls, guards, money, myth. So they came for the one thing he loved enough to bleed for. Me. Damien leaned close that night, voice soft, intimate. “Kill Nicholas. Walk away clean. Or we take our time with you. And then we kill him anyway.” I didn’t hesitate. I laughed. “You don’t understand,” I told him. “If you touch him, the world ends.” He though
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