[Killian Rhett King found himself back in the Luminar Manor, a place where he had spent most of his childhood.
All he wanted was peace—perhaps even the same happiness he had once enjoyed.
It wasn't there anymore.
The business world had always been muddy, and he was skilled at swimming through it. Yet for some reason, he felt utterly tired and bored.
What was the point anyway?
Then, on an evening stroll, he saw her. Alina Hart, the supposed ray of sunshine that had caused him so much trouble.
He was rather amused as she wandered toward him, like a fool heading for her execution.
An hour long walk from her home didn't seem to register in her mind. Her yellow eyes were dull, lacking the clarity they should have.
'Where the hell is the sunshine that Damien always brags about in his circle?'
A simple grab and snap… Her delicate neck would break.
He chuckled at his thoughts.]
