Chapter 276 Lex’s Perspective The burning haze from the whiskey clashed with the cold night air, turning into a dull throbbing at my temples and a deeper, gnawing agitation. I’d left Marta’s bar without calling a car, wanting to walk, to let the cold wind scour away the sting of

Chapter 275 Brett’s Perspective You can get used to the smell of hospital antiseptic after a while. But I’d long since moved out of the private observation room. It was too quiet. Too much like a cage, even a comfortable one. I’d pestered the nurses until they moved Scarface and

Chapter 274 Aurora’s Perspective The argument that ended so badly became a persistent thorn, pricking the days that followed with awkward silences between Lex and me. We still lived under the same roof, crossed paths at the dining table, passed each other on the training grounds, but something fundamental had

Chapter 273 Aurora’s Perspective After the meeting, the heavy, almost suffocating pressure from the study seemed to cling to my skin like a film. I followed Lex out in silence through the thick wooden door, leaving Father, the uncles, and the shadow of that name—*Seyoum*—behind. The commotion in the front

Chapter 272 Aurora’s Perspective It was a thrill that went bone-deep, like electricity under my skin, making every pore breathe in the night’s tense air. I tossed and turned in bed, the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets tangled into a ruin beneath me. Closing my eyes only brought a barrage of

Chapter 271 Aurora ’s Perspective The roar of the engine felt like it would tear the quiet night apart. Lex drove as if we were in a NASCAR race, every turn threatening to lift the tires off the asphalt. I sat in the passenger seat, fingers digging into the leather,

Chapter 270 Brett’s Perspective A heavier barrage of fire raked the truck. The guards were pissed. Sparks flew as bullets struck metal. Suddenly, the passenger gunner jolted, a muffled grunt escaping him. He almost dropped his rifle. The fabric over his right shoulder darkened rapidly with blood. “Damn it! Lycotine

Chapter 269 Brett’s Perspective Bullets whined past my ears. One struck a rusted oil drum with a heavy *thump*, throwing up a shower of blinding sparks. A second shot cracked, then a third, ripping apart the night’s false quiet over the sprawling junkyard. “Damn it! They’re shooting!” Scarface roared, instinctively

Chapter 268 Brett’s Perspective Running. Damn it all, just pure, adrenaline-fueled, lung-searing *running*. The cold air scraped my throat like ground glass. Every ragged breath tasted of iron and distant rot. My right arm screamed with a dull, throbbing ache—a deep gash from the pipe, maybe a pulled muscle. It

Chapter 267 Brett’s Perspective What we’re doing lately? The coolest thing ever. Seriously, tops anything I’ve ever done—*planning a prison break*. Me, Brett, legit scheming how to bust out of this creepy joint. Okay, not just “me.” “Us.” Besides Luka, we’ve cautiously brought in two others. Scarface—quiet, vicious, with an