The night was thick with terror.Bodies lay scattered across the garden—alive, breathing, broken, but not dead. Groans echoed through the cold air as the men and women who had once ruled Lily’s nightmares knelt or collapsed where they’d fallen. No one dared to move. Every eye was fixed on Ethan.He stood still at the center of it all, posture relaxed, expression unreadable, like a king who had already decided their fate.“No one leaves,” Ethan said calmly. His voice was quiet, but it carried. “Not until she says you can.”Fear rippled through the crowd. Some tried to crawl back. Others cried. A few begged. None of it mattered.Ethan turned away from them and walked back into the mansion.Up on the balcony, Lily stood frozen.Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the iron grill behind her, knuckles pale. The screams below had faded, replaced by a suffocating silence. When she heard footsteps, her breath hitched.“Lily.”She turned slowly.Ethan stood a few feet away, his shadow stret
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