I sit silently in the office, leaning back in my chair, eyes fixed on the vast glass wall ahead. Beyond it, the city glows under the night sky—millions of lights shimmering like stars fallen to the ground. It's late. Too late to pretend this day hasn't carved itself into my bones.
I don't dare go back to the mansion.
Zyke's words echo in my mind, sharp and merciless.
Be ready.
I release a slow, shaky breath.
He's planning something.
I know it. Something bigger. Something crueler.
Just the memory makes my skin flinch.
That pressure—his S-class pheromones crashing over me, crushing my lungs, dragging me to the edge of death as if my life weighs nothing at all.
In the novel, Zyke returns to the country for two reasons: to snatch the main business from Zyren… and to take revenge.
I thought politeness might soften him.
I thought kindness could melt that frozen arrogance.
How naïve.
