"If you dare lay a finger on her, you won't live to regret it!"
The line went dead. Lucas clenched his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Mr. Hilton, sir—"
"I'm going out. Anyone who comes looking for me—make them wait!"
Lucas stormed toward the door, ripping off his tie as he went, fury radiating from every step.
...
On the other side of town, Sophia's head throbbed painfully.
Her nose twitched. The metallic scent of blood—sharp and cold—hung in the air.
She blinked herself awake, confusion swirling in her gaze. Her wrists and ankles—tied.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" she snapped.
A lazy, mocking voice answered from behind her. "Awake already? Fiery. I like that. Seems I've got good taste."
A tall figure stepped into view.
He wore a simple black coat, yet somehow his presence was almost… mesmerizing. Beautiful, in a way that felt wrong.
