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AUTHOR’S POV Charis drove like a madman, the wind whipping across his bare skin, his fury growing stronger with each passing second. His fight with Cian had left him raw, and seething. His foot slammed on the gas, and he barely slowed before coming to a stop in front of his house. The gates slid open at an excruciatingly slow pace. He could not wait. He floored the gas again, his tires screeching violently as he shot forward, the sound of rubber on asphalt echoing in the air. He came to a halt in front of the house, the sight of the red crime scene tape barring the entrance bringing a new wave of rage upon him. His home, which had once been filled with love, warmth, and family, was now tainted. Ruined. He knew it–Cian Diakos had killed them. Charis felt it in his bones, in every fiber