Bound By Blood
“I disabled two last night. Maybe I’ll find more tonight.”
The room seemed to hold its breath. The air thickened, stretched thin like glass about to crack. His expression didn’t change, but something dangerous coiled in his stillness.
Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His voice was low, steady, the kind of quiet that demanded attention. “Every time you disable one, I’ll replace it. And every time you test me, Isabella…” His gaze pinned me in place, blue eyes sharp enough to cut through bone. “You’ll learn what happens to people who play games in my house.”