Aiden Knight's POV
The metal gate to the Orwell compound tears from its hinges like paper. I hurl the twisted steel through the mansion's front window, watching it crash into their pristine living room with savage satisfaction.
Two bodies follow. The guards who tried to stop me at the entrance. Their broken forms slam into the marble floor with wet thuds.
I step through the shattered window frame, glass crunching beneath my feet. The Orwell family's wealth surrounds me. Crystal chandeliers. Imported furniture. Priceless artwork.
None of it will save them from what's coming.
My spiritual senses lock onto the basement where Bradley's life force flickers like a dying candle. The torture has been going on for hours. His agony feeds my rage, transforming it into something cold and deadly.
Bennett Orwell's voice echoes from below. "Did you hear that? Sounds like we have company."
"Should we call for backup?" Another voice, younger and nervous.
