CHAPTER 212 Heart Attack

*Sloane*

The estate’s lawn was cast with shadows, the grass moist with dew and the weight of unspoken betrayals. Javier lay sprawled, his breaths shallow, face waxen and etched with pain. Stavros, Dante, Fiona, and Nol crept closer to his crumpled form, their footsteps hushed, as if the ground might betray them.

Dorian and Marsh stood frozen, their eyes locked on Javier’s twitching form. I could r