Chapter 89
- Fabio’s POV
- We walked into the main hall of the Pavlov Residence, the air thick with tension. Every eye in the room was on me, a collective glare of accusation.
- They felt betrayed, I could practically taste it, but they had no idea why their perfect son was no longer drawing breath. Caspian’s mother tried to rush me, but a couple of my men calmly intercepted her, holding her back.