Caspian’s eyes darkened as he stood in the middle of Julia's house. His chest tightened as he read the chilling words smeared across the wall: “Your Death Awaits!” The message was written in blood, but not human blood.

Caspian clenched his fists, his mind set on one thing—revenge. Whoever had done this would suffer.

His gaze shifted to Julia, who stood frozen nearby. Her face was pale, and though she tried to keep a brave front, her hands were trembling.

Caspian’s anger softened slightly as he saw her fear. He walked over to her, his movements calm but firm. Gently, he guided her to sit on the couch.

“Julia,” he...