All Chapters of The Return Of Killian Dante : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The silence was deafening. The temperature in the room perceptibly below ten degrees. Close to the bed, a nurse dropped the instrument tray as shock gripped her. It clattered to the floor with the frequency that made ear ring and listening impossible. "What—" Dr. William found his voice after silence that lasted ten seconds, still breaking in shock. "— did you just say?" The shock was instantly replaced with Something else. Caution. As though everyone was standing on land mines they weren't aware was under their feet all along. Nurses stepped back with quiet steps in fear and caution. A junior doctor grabbed a syringe with trembling hands, gripping it like a weapon for defense rather than for its primary purpose. They saw Killian as a threat now. Deadmoo? The most horrible place known to the world, where massacre meant celebrations, where animals of humans were harboured because ordinary prison was luxury for bloody criminals that commit crimes for fun. "Mrs. Whitmore," Dr.

Mrs. Whitmore rushed to the bedside with speed that suggested panic when the weight of nightmarish reality finally shattered through despair. On the bed, Aria laid motionless, eyes shut tight in sleep that would last eternity. Gone. She broke down in tears beside the bed, shaking the static body with vigorous force that couldn't revive a dead body. "Aria.. Please wake up... please..wake up baby.." The room fell into silence that allowed ghost to cross the room. Dr. Williams head slumped as failure hit him like a physical blow, nurses stood with expression that wasn't quite mourning but pity and disappointment for a job that failed after 11 hrs effort. Killian was close to the door, watching everything quietly without moving. Mrs. Whitmore suddenly spun back and rushed to Killian, dropping to her knee at his feet and shaking his leg. "Please. Please. Help me. Help my daughter. Please do something." Tears burst down to her cheek like a dam blown by pressure. "Honey—" Mr. Whitm

Killian didn't invite her in. He simply stepped aside, which in a room this size amounted to the same thing.Colette Vance walked past him like she'd been in a hundred hotel suites just like it, set the photograph face-up on the coffee table, and lowered herself into the armchair across from the window without waiting to be asked."You're not going to scream," she said. "You're not going to lunge at me either. I did my research, Mr. Dante. Men who spent seven hundred and twenty days becoming what you became don't panic over a photograph.""You have thirty seconds," Killian said. "You already used ten of them."She almost smiled. "Fair."She reached into her jacket, and Killian's stance shifted a fraction — not fear, just readiness. She noticed and slowed her hand deliberately, pulling out a slim folder instead of a weapon."Chen Wei Liang," she said, sliding it across the table. "Or Master Chen, as I understand you knew him. Forty-one years ago, he was the youngest master ever inducte

The silence stretched long enough that even Colette stopped breathing evenly."You stepped back," Killian said quietly. "Six hundred years, and you just stepped back from a man who hasn't raised a hand."Reyes recovered fast, smoothing his jacket like the motion had been a choice. "A reflex. Nothing more.""Chen taught me that reflexes don't lie. Only mouths do." Killian finally moved, crossing the warehouse floor at an unhurried pace that somehow made the two guards flanking the far wall shift their weight anyway. "You want to know what I've done? I've spent seven hundred and twenty days learning exactly how much damage a human body can survive before it stops being useful to threaten with. I know where a man collapses and doesn't get back up. I know where he collapses and does. Every part of me, Chen calibrated on purpose — including whatever look just made you step back.""Is that a threat, Mr. Dante?""It's information. What you do with it is your business." Killian stopped an arm

Jack Moore woke up alone.He noticed it before he noticed anything else — the cold space on Cassandra's side of the bed, sheets pulled back like she'd left in a hurry rather than simply gotten up early. He checked his phone. 6:14 a.m. No text. No note.That wasn't like her. Cassandra didn't do anything without narrating it first, usually to make sure he understood exactly how inconvenienced she was.He found her sitting on the balcony twenty minutes later, still in last night's silk robe, staring out at a city skyline she didn't seem to actually be looking at. A mug of coffee sat untouched beside her, gone cold."You left," Jack said, leaning against the doorframe. "Everything okay?""Fine." She didn't turn around.He crossed the balcony and sat across from her, studying her face the way he studied every negotiation — for the crack that told him where the leverage actually was. "You've been fine since about four this morning, which is when you also apparently stopped being in this apa