The aftermath of the battle left Krissan Jarrett’s compound in chaos. Despite their victory over Deyonjay’s forces, the toll had been heavy. Salvatore had fallen, a casualty of the brutal conflict, leaving Krissan to confront the bitter reality of her captivity alone.
Deyonjay Stone stood before her, his gaze cold and calculating. The room was silent except for the faint echo of distant gunfire, a reminder of the ongoing struggle outside the walls of his stronghold.
“Look at what remains of your defiance, Krissan,” Deyonjay said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Your loyal soldiers are dead or scattered. Salvatore paid the ultimate price for your arrogance.”
Krissan’s hands clenched into fists, her grief and anger warring within her. Salvatore had been more than just a lieutenant—he ha
