The room fell silent, the stranger’s breath hitching as he locked eyes with Rafayel.

The weight of the unspoken threat bore down on him, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in.

“V-Vesper,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he fought back tears. “It was Vesper who told me to follow you lot. I was only doing what I was told, sir. He offered me a million pounds to snatch one of your daughters. I’m just a electrician, nothing more. A million quid… that’s more money than I’ll see in a lifetime. My little girl, she needs treatment, and I—”

“You’re having me on!” Father’s fist...