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Angelo’s eyes darkened, and I knew—before he even spoke—that I wasn’t going to like what he had to say.

“Because Mikael is here too,” he said, the words striking like a slap to myface. My body went stiff, rage coursing through my veins like fire.

The urge to break something, anything, became nearly unbearable.

“He managed to get out of the building. Followed Allyn here.’’ He said. ‘’His people are dead, and he’s captured.”

“You caught Mikael?” I rasped, my disbelief heavy in my chest. I needed to hear it again. I needed to make sense of this sudden shift.

“Yes,” he said simply. “He’s in the other room, locked up. And he’s not going anywhere.”

‘‘Why?’’

For a moment, all I could do was stare at him.

“I lost our family” he said. “I can’t afford to lose you as well”

Angelo. The same man who had tried to stab me in the back countless times. The same man who had been my father’s shadow for so long.

Now, suddenly, he was claiming to be on my side?

I came here to kill him.But here we were, standing like idiots in the middle of the room, neither of us moving.

“Take me to Allyn,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “When I’m done with Mikael, I’ll consider having a conversation with you.”

Angelo didn’t hesitate. There was no arrogance in his step this time, no bravado.He looked at me, the weight of his own emotions evident in his eyes.

“Deal.”

CHAPTER65

ALLYN

Imagine my shock when I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Mikael.He’s sitting on the floor across from the bed, hands resting on his lap, staring up at me.Instinctively, I clung to the bed frame, desperate to keep as much distance between us as possible. Only then did I notice the handcuffs around his wrists.

Where the hell was I?

As if to irritate me further, Mikael sat there staring at me with a tired smile, like he’s trying to etch my image into his memory.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

“You really love him, don’t you?”

My head snapped toward Mikael so fast—I thought my neck might break. I glared daggers at him.

“You dare to ask me that?” I arched a brow. “After everything you’ve done, how can you even look me in the eye? You should be dead—not here with me, and definitely not breathing.”

He laughed—as if what I said was the most ordinary thing in the world, his body easing back against the wall.

“I’m going to die soon, you can count on that,” he said, nodding with a faint smile. “But I have one regret,” he muttered, his gaze softening.

“What?”

I don’t even know why I asked. I shouldn’t care.

But I waited for him to speak, following his gaze as it dropped to my stomach. My hands instinctively moved to my belly.

“I won’t get to see my grandchild.”

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