The atmosphere inside Gavin's mansion turned suffocating.
The guards who had been protecting the estate had already been subdued. Those still conscious were forced to their knees, while the rest lay scattered across the marble floor.
Two of Xander's men dragged Gavin into the grand living room before shoving him down onto his knees.
He struggled to regain his balance, glaring at the man sitting opposite him.
Xander occupied the armchair at the center of the room as though it were a throne.
One leg rested over the other.
His tailored suit was immaculate—except for the dark stains of Ivy's blood splattered across the front.
He hadn't bothered to change.
Every stain was a reminder of what had happened only hours earlier.
His expression remained calm.
Too calm.
It was the kind of silence that unsettled everyone in the room.
Even Hunter and Taylor stood quietly behind him, saying nothing.
Gavin looked at the bloodstains before meeting Xander's eyes.
