Julian stood up slowly from the edge of the large bed, his hand lingering on Evelyn's soft fingers for one last second. The soft warmth in his dark eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, deadly fire that made the quiet room feel heavy.

"Rest now, Evelyn," Julian said, his deep voice smooth and firm. "Marcus is outside the door with six armed guards. Nobody will step foot near this room."

Evelyn squeezed his hand gently, her blue eyes shining with quiet strength. "Do not show them any mercy, Julian."

A sharp, dangerous smirk touched the corner of Julian's lips. "Mercy is for people who deserve it."

Julian turned on his...