The tension in Ariston’s hidden base was palpable. In the darkened room, Estella lay unconscious on the bed, her breathing shallow and uneven. Ariston stood at the foot of her bed, his broad figure silhouetted by the faint light filtering through the window. His icy gaze fixed on her fragile form, tension radiating from his every muscle. Hyde stood beside him, quietly relaying the grim news of what had transpired.
“Margaret has taken Devon,” Hyde reported, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. “She escaped with him after the attack. Estella, Elena, and Eamon are lucky to be alive. They’re currently recuperating here, but… Devon is gone.”
Ariston’s expression darkened further, his lips pressed into a tight line. He knew what this meant for Estella - the pain of losing her
