River’s mind was a storm of fury when he thought of his children in danger. It pushed him to the brink of his control, but he forced himself to remain composed.
This was war, and he couldn’t afford to lose his head now.
As River made his way to the car, he couldn’t help but think of Ellie. She had always been the one to keep him grounded, to remind him of the man he wanted to be, not the man he had to be. But Ellie was gone, and all that remained was her memories.
He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. Antonio’s place was only a short drive away, but every second felt like an eternity as they sped through the darkened streets. River’s mind was racing, calculating every possible outcome, every potential threat.
When they arrived at Antonio’s estate, the scene was cha
