Zeke's POV

As the masked man fell down dead, Kamille's expression felt as if her hopes of finding out kids were thrown into a raving sea.

Her gaze at me also held unspoken fright for me and it caused my heart to ache. I could not bear for her to look at me like that. But almost immediately, she tore her gaze away from me and looked at the man lying in his own pool of blood.

Her cries gradually turned into frantic whispers. “No, no, no!” she scrambled out of my arms and fell to her knees beside the masked man. “Wake up! Tell me where my kids are!”...