All Chapters of A Prey For My Enemy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The men moved. I stayed at Kain's shoulder, exactly where I had promised. The warehouse loomed in front of us, its metal door scratched and rusted. As we approached, I saw something carved into the paint near the handle. A spiral. The same spiral that was burned beneath the wolf's paw."Kain," I said, pointing.He stopped. He looked at the mark, and his hand froze on his weapon. For a moment, he didn't breathe."Don't touch it," he said."Who are you afraid of?"He looked at the door, then at the darkness beyond the fence. "Someone who should be dead."We went inside.The interior was worse than the exterior. Drawers had been pulled from filing cabinets and dumped in piles. Papers were scattered across the floor like fallen leaves. A safe in the far corner had been forced open, its door hanging crooked, its contents stripped. Whoever had come here had been thorough. And recent. The dust on the floor was disturbed in patterns that suggested multiple feet,

"Because Julian has been dead for six years."I laughed. The sound came out sharp and wrong, bouncing off the warehouse walls. "I was with him yesterday. I slept in his apartment. I wore his ring." I held up my left hand, though the finger was bare now. "He made me coffee. He kissed me goodbye. You don't get to tell me he's been dead for six years."Kain didn't argue. He looked at the ring in his palm, then at me. "Are you sure?"The question settled into my stomach like ice. I opened my mouth to say yes, of course I was sure, I had been engaged to the man for eight months. But the words stuck. I thought of Julian's smile at the funeral, the way he had looked at me sometimes with an intensity that felt calculated, the phone calls he took in other rooms. I thought of how he never spoke about his childhood, his family, his life before we met. He was a man without a past, and I had accepted that because I loved the present he gave me."Prove it," I said.Kain p

 "Turn around," Kain said. "Now."The driver didn't hesitate. The vehicle swung hard across the empty road, tires catching gravel, and accelerated back toward the estate.Kain was already on his phone. "Lock down every entrance. Nobody leaves. Nobody enters." He listened to the response, his jaw tight. "Check every camera. Every guard. I want eyes on every room in the west wing within sixty seconds."He ended the call. The photograph of Tatiana sleeping was still glowing on his screen. Someone had stood over her. Someone had been inside his house, inside his walls, and they had done it while he was away.That was unacceptable."Take her to the secured room," Kain told the driver."No," Tatiana said.Kain looked at her. "For once, do exactly what I say.""I'm not going anywhere without you.""You're going where I tell you to go."Before she could answer, his phone rang. He put it to his ear."Si

"You finally remembered."Julian stood in the dark beyond the underground door, the photograph hanging loose in his hand. He wasn't pointing a weapon. He wasn't running. He simply looked at Tatiana the way he used to when they were alone, as if no time had passed, as if she had not learned that every word between them might have been a lie."What do you mean?" she asked.Kain stepped in front of her. "Don't listen to him."Julian's gaze shifted to Kain. He smiled. "Still deciding what she can handle?"Kain's men emerged from the passage behind them, weapons drawn, fanning out to surround Julian. Kain raised his hand to signal them forward. "Take him."Julian didn't move. He didn't raise his hands. He simply stood there, unarmed and exposed, and looked past Kain to Tatiana."I came alone," he said. "I want to talk to you.""No," Kain said.Julian ignored him. "He killed your father. You deserve at least one conversation w

 "Your Madam." Tatiana stood in the doorway, her hand still on the frame. "So she was real."Kain said nothing.She stepped farther into the room. "Was she your wife? Your lover? Someone you killed? A prisoner?" Her voice was steady, but he heard the tension beneath it, the way she was testing each word to see which one drew blood. "What was she to you?"Kain looked at her. He could have walked away. He had walked away from her questions a dozen times before. But something in her face stopped him. She had found the room. She had found the preserved clothes, the perfume, the life suspended in amber. She had found the one wound in this house that was still bleeding, and she knew it."Why were my mother's things moved in here?" she asked."They weren't."Tatiana caught the implication immediately. He saw it in the way her eyes moved across the room, re-examining the dresses in the wardrobe, the brushes on the vanity, the silk slipp