Aiden Knight's POV
I stand in the wreckage of the Orwell family's basement, surveying the carnage with cold satisfaction. Two corpses lie at my feet, their blood pooling on the concrete floor. Bennett Orwell cowers against the wall, his face pale as death itself.
But my rage isn't satisfied. Not yet.
The healing pill I slip between Bradley's lips begins working immediately. His breathing steadies, and the worst of his wounds start to close. He'll live, but the memory of his torture will fuel my vengeance for years to come.
"Wu Cheng," I call out, my voice echoing through the basement. "Step forward."
A young man in expensive robes emerges from behind a support pillar. His hands shake, but arrogance still burns in his eyes. He thinks his family name will protect him.
"I am Wu Cheng of the Orwell lineage," he declares, lifting his chin with false bravado. "You have no authority to—"
"Did you torture my subordinate?"
