Chapter 182

GIDEON

The footage was a noose tightening around my throat.

Celine, caught mid-run. Her hair swinging, lungs pulling in air like she was finally free and then shadows closed in. A black van slid into frame. Doors opened. Three men, masked, efficient, not a word wasted. They hit her like wolves. She fought—God, she fought—but they were faster. Stronger. One had a needle. Her body stiffened, the