Chapter 98

Ethan:

My heart pounded as I raced down the hallway towards Greyson's office, dread coiling like a serpent in the pit of my stomach. When I got the call that Kimberly had shown up here alone, every instinct warned me that she was in grave danger. That twisted bastard was capable of anything.

As I neared the door, a commotion reached my ears—the sickening crack of glass followed by a muffled thud. Adrenaline spiked through my veins as I pictured the worst, my strides lengthening with urgency.

I didn't bother knocking.

Planting my feet, I drove my shoulder squarely into the door, the lock buckling under the force of my entry. My eyes instantly found Kimberly, huddled on the floor beside the shattered window, shards of glass glittering in her hair like fragmented diamonds.

But she was alive.

Relief washed over me in a dizzying wave, only to be consumed by a scorching blaze of fury as I took in the crumpled form of Greyson lying in a heap several feet away. The depraved look of malicious