Chapter 81 Thedon

Amanda’s fingers clutched the hem of Vicktor’s shirt, her breathing shallow as his man’s words lingered in the air like a storm cloud. They’re back, and they’re not alone. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, but her eyes stayed fixed on Vicktor, searching for any sign of fear. She found none. Vicktor’s jaw tightened, his body coiled with tension as he processed the message. He turned to his man, his voice calm but edged with authority. “Double the perimeter. No one gets past the gates. I’ll handle the rest.”