"Who's that?" The monkey-cheeked man shouted, and everyone turned towards the door in confusion.
This was an abandoned warehouse, deep in a remote area where no one ever came throughout the year.
Before anyone could react, a tall, slender man in black stepped inside.
His movements were smooth yet sharp, like a cheetah ready to strike, carrying an overwhelming aura of nobility.
His presence alone radiated an invisible, suffocating anger, and his strikingly handsome face was framed by a pair of sharp, dark eyes that could pierce straight into the soul.
The moment his gaze landed, he saw Rachel, her body covered in dirt and bruises, but still standing firm, shielding Cora behind her like a lioness protecting her cub.
Her face was pale, her eyes fearless, as if she had already accepted whatever fate awaited her.
Kellan's chest tightened painfully. He realized he was a step too late.
