"They are coming out," Raz muttered from the porch of the villa as two figures emerged through the main doors, their footsteps slow and deliberate against the stone. Sunlight clung to them as they approached, stretching their shadows toward him like reaching fingers.
At first, Raz had assumed Victoria would arrive with an army, blades drawn and intent clear. That was how she used to do things. Loud. Final. Yet as the distance closed, that expectation crumbled. There was no troop. No formation. Just her, and the man beside her.
The young man with her was not even armed in any way that mattered.
"Kilgar?" Raising a brow, Raz's lips curled into a cruel smirk as they stopped a few paces away. Recognition flickered, followed by something uglier. He remembered this one well. The man with the pretty wife. The quiet children. The one who had dared deny him passage through Greenwood Forest.
