Chapter 81 Thedon

• Amanda’s fingers clutched the hem of Vicktor’s shirt, her breathing shallow as his man’s words lingered in the air like a storm cloud. They’re back, and they’re not alone. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, but her eyes stayed fixed on Vicktor, searching for any sign of fear. She found none.
• Vicktor’s jaw tightened, his body coiled with tension as he processed the message. He turned to his man, his voice calm but edged with authority. “Double the perimeter. No one gets past the gates. I’ll handle the rest.”
• The man nodded, slipping back into the shadows. The air in the room was thick, suffocating, and Amanda felt like every breath she took might shatter the fragile stillness between them. Vicktor turned back to her, his blue eyes darker than she’d ever seen them.