"Sophia’s POV”

It’s frame stood in the doorway, against a light streaming behind him. Broad shoulders. A cold, dangerous stillness radiating from his frame.

His black shirt clung tight across his chest, his jacket thrown open, the bandage on his side half-hidden, but still revealing. His eyes burned cold and deadly, sweeping across the room with a fury that made the air feel sharp.

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

Then he moved, taking a step forward, each stride deliberate, claiming the ...