Vows he doesn't remember
As the Thorne estate reeled from this devastating blow, the true architect of their torment, Silas Wren, was preparing to unveil his masterpiece, a creation born of ice and logic, a terrifying glimpse into a future devoid of human weakness.
Iris (POV)
The warmth fled from Noah’s hand, leaving hers cold and empty. His eyes, still open, stared unblinkingly at the ceiling. The silent scream that had contorted his features now settled into a terrifying stillness. He was no longer writhing, no longer fighting. He was… gone.
"Noah?" she whispered, her voice a ragged thread. She shook his shoulder, gently at first, then with more desperation. "Baby, please. Look at me."