Andrew’s POV

The rain was relentless, soaking through my jacket as I stood outside Jimmy’s bar, the neon sign buzzing faintly behind me. My heart was still racing from seeing Emilie here earlier, her face pale, her voice shaking as she showed me that text:

“You were warned. Leave now, or Victor’s blood is on your hands.” It was just like the note I’d gotten last night, “Victor’s debts are your chance. Break Milo’s hold, or lose her forever”, and it scared me more than I ...