Moments later, the lights flickered.
Then—darkness.
A perfect, calculated blackout.
Chaos erupted.
Gunshots.
Screams.
And in the shadows, Vincent and Anastasia moved.
They had been waiting for this.
Vincent had memorized the entire yacht's layout before arriving.
Anastasia had already disabled the security cameras hours earlier.
Within seconds, they had eliminated the men sent to kill them.
By the time the emergency lights flickered on, they were standing right in front of the Duke.
His bodyguards were gone.
His smirk had vanished.
Anastasia tilted her head, her blue eyes gleaming.
"I hope you weren't expecting us to be that easy to kill."
The Duke swallowed.
For the first time, he understood.
He had invited monsters onto his yacht.
And now, they were in control.