Richard shadowed the gurney, forehead creased in profound bewilderment. "But why, Ethan? You pose no threat to his domain."
Ethan's head lolled feebly on the pillow, gaze tormented yet slippery. "I… don't know, Father-in-law," he croaked, the vagueness ringing brittle amid his manufactured agony.
Beyond the treatment room's doors, Maya stood like forged steel, seething. "This demands reckoning," she vowed icily, while Richard's mind plunged into deeper shadows, Kade Nightshade loomed as a colossus of power, but if he'd truly ventured into abduction and torment of a rival's blood, it could spark a conflagration dwarfing petty feuds than what they had going on.
