"Aiden, don't do anything to Selene. I will take her away, and I promise you won't see her again." Caden spoke through the phone in desperation. The way his voice trembled made it clear —he knew that this time, there was no saving her. "Just … please don't do anything to her."
"This time, it's not just me," Aiden's voice was colder than ever, a razor-sharp edge of threat lacing each word. "Even you won't get to see her ever again."
"Aiden, no. You can't —"
"Do what you deem fit, Aiden. Martins owes you this," the old man's voice cut in, firm and unshaken. "If Selene dares to touch your wife, she deserves every bit of punishment you decide for her. We won't intervene."
Aiden heard him but didn't respond. He simply disconnected the call, his expression turning even more frigid as he turned to Emyr. "Find her. Bring her to me."
Emyr nodded sharply. "Sir, our men are already on it. She won't be able to hide for long. But still, it would be best if we keep people around Madam."
