On the other side—
After Nigel returned, it didn't take him long to piece everything together.
He didn't even bother checking the details.
He already knew.
This had to be Dylan's doing.
After all—
Playing foul like that wasn't anything new. As long as it concerned Adelyn, Dylan had never hesitated to cross lines others wouldn't even dare to approach.
And no one understood that better than Nigel himself.
His fingers curled into tight fists, the veins on the back of his hand faintly protruding as his brows drew together.
His gaze darkened as he stared into the distance.
"Dylan Malestorm."
The name rolled off his tongue through clenched teeth, heavy with restrained fury.
"You'd better not harm her this time …"
His voice dropped, cold and resolute.
"… or I will make sure you disappear from this world completely —once and for all."
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