Carlos’s P.O.V.

Lock her?

My body tensed, the air inside me exploding into fire. I stepped forward, my voice echoing louder than I intended.

“You can’t lock my wife in the dungeon!” My tone was sharp, dangerous. “Is that why you dragged her here? To bully her? To humiliate her?”

Lucian walked towards me, his frosty aura pressing like icy walls closing in. “I brought you both here for a proper wedding, for your place in this family. But your bride must prove herself, Carlos. Until then, she is nothing more than a liability.”

The words stabbed me, each one a twisted reminder of the games they always played. Harley’s...