CIAN
"Cian," she said when she finally noticed me. Her voice cracked. "What the fuck."
I stopped a few feet away from her. I didnāt say anything at first. I just looked at her. Took in the state of her. The way her chest was heaving. The way her hands were shaking behind her back.
"Iām sorry," I said finally. "But this is the only way I knew to end it."
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. "What?"
"Itās clear youāll protect your monster of a father more than anyone else."
"Thatās why I made that pact with you." Her voice rose. Desperate. "So you could trust me."
"Well, I donāt."
The words came out flat. Final. I watched them land. Watched her flinch like I had struck her.
"You didnāt tell me your father was the one who tried to kill Fia."
Her face went white. "What?"
I pulled her phone from my pocket and held it up. "The delicate I hired saw it. So there is no point denying it."
"No." She shook her head so hard her hair whipped across her face. "My father would never. He was not the one. I swear to you."
"I would have thought so too." I turned the phone over in my hand. "But it makes sense the more I think about it. He is a slave to my uncle just as you, isnāt he? The delicate must have known better than to reveal her hand when she was in the most unsafe place she could be. My pack."
Madeline stared at me. Her breathing was shallow. Fast. "What do you plan to do now? Why am I fucking here?"
I laughed. Not because it was funny. Just because the question was so absurd I didnāt know how else to respond.
"Donāt worry about it," I said. "I assure you. Itās started already. You need to see how deranged my uncle is being right now losing you. Heās losing his mind. Calling. Texting. Threatening." I paused. "You must be his most important pawn."
Madeline scoffed. "I doubt it."
"No?"
"Your uncle just doesnāt like not being in control." Her voice was hoarse and just as bitter. "Now that Iām out of sight, heās terrified at the endless possibilities. That is his greatest flaw for someone who thinks he is such a mastermind."
She swallowed. I watched her throat work. Watched the fear creep back into her eyes.
"But," she said. She looked at me. Really looked at me. "He will destroy my family if he thinks Iām gone. So Cian, I am begging you, have mercy on me."
I nodded. "Thatās the main idea."
I unlocked her phone. The screen lit up. I scrolled through the notifications. I saw thirty-seven missed calls, twenty-three voicemails. I selected one of the old ones and held the phone up so she could hear.
Aldricās voice filled the room. Loud, angry and goddamn frantic.
"You think this is a game? You think you can just walk away from me? From this? You know what happens when people try to make moves without my express permission. You know exactly what happens. So pick up the fucking phone. Pick it up now. Or I will make you regret every single breath you take from this moment forward."
The message ended.
Madelineās eyes were wet. Her jaw was clenched so tight I thought she might crack a tooth.


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