Zane sped toward the expansive shooting range owned by the Cassius Group. Standing alone beneath the harsh lane and floodlights, he found himself in the quiet space he often sought—one of the few places where he could release the storm brewing inside him.
Since the night before he had been by her side, his entire body had felt like it had been pressed into an iceberg—cold, brittle, and cracking in places he couldn't name.
Putting her in a place of misery and her father's death was his sole purpose of revenge, yet she had become his greatest threat, unravelling everything he'd built over the years.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand why the disappointment in her eyes cut so deep, or why it unsettled him like the whisper of a promise he had broken.
He adjusted the ear defenders, lifted the rifle, and aimed. Hudson and Selina's faces bled into the target, taunting him.
