BRIGID'S POV

Who the fuck did Marion think she was? Thinking she could threaten me and survive it. I would fucking ruin her. I would make sure she paid in full—every last drop.

The moment I pushed the doors to my quarters open, I knew something was off. A chill settled in the room. Not the temperature kind. The kind that lived under the skin and whispered warnings into your bones. My heartbeat thudded louder than my footsteps as I moved through the foyer, every sense on high alert.

"Riona?" I ...