Killians’s POVThe clock on my desk was ticking down to the midnight trap, and the silence in my study was getting louder by the minute.I stood by the large window, checking the safety on my sidearm, my mind completely occupied by the strategy we had just laid out.My wolf was still restless, his claws practically scratching at my ribs, eager to get down to the harbor and tear Cassian to pieces for putting his hands on our mate.A quiet, frantic scratching at the door broke my concentration.Before I could even tell whoever it was to get out, the door handle turned, and Victoria stumbled into the room.Her hair was completely messy, her curls falling into her face, and her wide eyes were overflowing with tears. The moment she saw me, she let out a loud, pathetic sob and dropped straight down to her knees right on the floor, her hands reaching out toward my trousers."Killian, please," she wept, her voice shaking violently as she squeezed her eyes shut. "You have to listen to me. I ca
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