Chapter 111
- Brayden stepped into the dimly lit room, his presence filling the space with an air of undeniable authority.
- A sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips as his sharp eyes locked onto Desmond, who lay writhing in pain on the cold concrete floor.
- The blade Penelope had so ruthlessly twisted into Desmond’s thigh remained embedded in his flesh, blood seeping out in slow, thick streams.