–Livana–
That red dot pulsed on the screen like a slow, deliberate heartbeat. Tyrona had moved. Exactly as I expected.
I exhaled through my nose. Of course, they injured Lore. That man was built like a fortress—breaking him completely would require far more than her theatrics.
"Damn it," Jorge muttered, then laughed, genuinely amused. "Our son finally got kidnapped."
"Well," Yolanda added cheerfully, clapping her hands together before high-fiving her husband, "he has always wanted the full experience."
I glanced at them, incredulous and unsurprised all at once. Weren't they worried? Perhaps once—years ago. But Lore had survived worse. He had grown up in this world, sharpened by it. If anything, this was a rite of passage he'd been itching to collect.
