The heavy iron chains of the Zurich dungeon didn’t rattle; they groaned under the sheer, brutal weight of the sovereign restraint.Gabriel Sterling hung suspended by his wrists from the center of the subterranean interrogation vault, his bespoke charcoal suit torn to jagged ribbons, his pale skin slick with cold sweat. The aristocratic, untouchable veneer was entirely gone. A fresh, dark line of dried blood caked the side of his shattered nose, and his luminous golden eyes flickered with a raw, simmering fury as he stared up through the dim, amber-lit gloom.Standing directly before him in the center of the damp, stone-lined chamber was Julian Sterling.The King of the underworld hadn't bothered to bandage his scorched shoulder. The raw, burned flesh was exposed to the cold air, but he moved with the terrifying, unbothered grace of a predator who felt no pain—only the absolute hunger for execution. In his massive, calloused hand, Julian slowly turned a heavy, nine-inch hunting blade,
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