Meanwhile, Liam dragged Darla into the room, her wrists pinned tightly behind her back. "Boss," Liam said, throwing her down onto the cold marble floor, "she was caught trying to escape.
The guards intercepted her at the west gate."
Darla fell hard onto her knees, gasping for breath. Her hair was disheveled, clothes torn and dusty. But despite her appearance, she kept her gaze lowered, refusing to meet Sebastian's eyes.
Sebastian stood still, a towering presence by the window. His sharp eyes, cold and murderous, fixated on the woman he once trusted the most.
The smell of cigar smoke lingered in the air as he turned slowly, facing her with a look that could kill.
Never in his worst nightmares did he imagine this day would come.
The woman who tucked him into bed when he was young, who served him meals with care, who protected him from nightmares as a child—now stood before him as a traitor.
