MICHAELI watch the light drain from her eyes, slowly, painfully—like someone blowing out a candle inside her. It physically hurts to see it. Red isn’t even here anymore. The spark she always carries… gone.“Red,” I call, my voice lower, desperate.She doesn’t respond. She doesn’t even blink. She just leans against the car window, staring out as if her soul slipped out of her body and left the shell behind.“Red, please. Look at me.”Nothing.“Bloody hell.”I drive as fast as I can back to the mansion, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping hers—because letting go feels like letting her slip further away.When I stop, I scoop her into my arms immediately. She doesn’t fight, doesn’t even react. I carry her inside.“What happened, Boss?”Ilya’s voice follows me, tense.I ignore him completely. All that matters is the woman in my arms.I lay Red gently on my bed. Her green eyes—usually bright, sharp, alive—look dull, murky. Empty.“Ilya, call William. Get him here. Now.”“Yes, Boss.”I
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