Julian's eyes burned with pure, icy rage. He did not care about the sharp sting across his bandaged back. He did not care about the doctor's strict orders to stay in bed. Liam had crossed a line that could never be forgiven. He had tried to burn Evelyn alive, and now he was trying to run away like a cowardly rat in the night.

"Mark, listen to me very carefully," Julian commanded, his deep voice cutting through the phone like a sharp steel blade. "Do not involve the regular street police yet. Seal off every single exit from the eastern docks right now. Block the sea routes, deploy our private...