Lucian
I had too many questions and not nearly enough answers. One truth I was sure of: if this led back to Martha, I wouldn’t hesitate. She’d die by my hands—and I’d deal with the consequences after.
We arrived at the warehouse. Darian’s men stood posted around the perimeter, tense and alert. As I stepped inside, Mara greeted Rowan, who was standing by the door. He hesitated before offering a stiff wave in return. I caught his glance and nodded—letting him know it was okay to acknowledge her.
People feared me. I cultivated that on purpose.
Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. The man Darian had captured was strung up by his wrists, each arm tied to separate iron hangers bolted into the ceiling. He was already bloodied. Darian hadn’t held back.
I approached my brother, and his
