Meanwhile... In a secluded villa on the outskirts of the city...
Micheal's life-bound poisonous worm seemed to sense imminent danger, writhing violently within his body.
Excruciating pain radiated through every limb and joint, contorting his face into a grotesque mask of agony.
Veins bulged across his skin like swollen earthworms.
What the hell was happening?!
His bloodshot eyes burned with torment and confusion.
He thrashed against his restraints, but the thick ropes held firm.
With his jaw dislocated, even screams were impossible—leaving him to endure the bone-deep torment in suffocating silence.
Outside, a mercenary guard kicked him sharply at the commotion.
"Losing your damn mind again?!"
Elsewhere.
Fear?
Sinclair's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze dark with contemplation.
He was certain—this emotion didn't belong to him.
Camilla clutched her skirt, breath frozen midair.
Having an overly perceptive husband wasn't always a blessing.
