Zane~
There are moments when fury feels like fire licking at the inside of your ribs—quiet, burning, relentless. That was me. That was now.
Abel and Roland's words still echoed in my skull, each one driving in like a nail.
I stood motionless, hands clenched by my sides as Red paced furiously inside me. He snarled like a caged beast, aching for blood. My chest rose and fell with measured rage as I stared at the folder laid out on my desk.
"She told me a part of this," I said, voice rough. "Natalie told me about her mother's disappearance. About how her father begged Darius for help and was denied. She said her father disobeyed orders to go after her mother—and that's why he was branded a traitor and then killed."
"And that's what we all believed," Abel replied, his tone dark. "But there's more."
My eyes flicked to him sharply. "What do you mean more?"
Abel shifted, reluctant. Then he reached for another folder from the corner of the desk. His hands were slow, almost reverent.
