JASON

The tension between the two brothers was like a live wire, almost burning the entire room. Vincent’s hand was still clenched around my collar, his chest heaving, while Kelvin’s smooth voice tried to cut through the storm.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t need to.

I just watched them. Two Ward heirs locked in a silent battle. One raging with grief, the other cloaked in ice. Brothers who could destroy each other if pushed hard enough.

And all because of her.

My lips twitched. Lyra’s body lay still on the bed, and yet she was still tearing men apart. Even in death, she had power over them. She...