Chapter 48

• The subterranean holding cells beneath the Alpha estate smelled of damp stone, old rust, and the rank, bitter copper of unadulterated terror.
• Dante stood in the centre of the interrogation chamber, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark trousers, looking less like an enforcer of justice and more like an ancient predator waiting to dismantle a warm body piece by piece. Ryder flanked the door, his massive frame blocking the only exit, his dark eyes pitch-black with unbridled slaughter. Beside me, Julian rested a heavy hand on my shoulder, protecting me while ensuring I was present to witness the fate of the rat who had tried to poison my blood.
• The heavy iron doors creaked open, and two enforcers threw a chained, trembling female onto the stone floor.