The perfume company wasn't producing fragrances—it was crafting a special liquid incense, a mixture of Ryley and Clyde's blood essence.
The concoction created a perfect blend of their scents, one powerful enough to mimic their combined presence.
It was this incense that Starla had been using to heal Rosaline, masking the absence of Ryley while keeping the girl alive.
"Mr. Ryder must have planted his people close to Starla all along, watching her every move. As soon as he realized I was getting too close to the truth about his twisted connection with her, he must've ordered Soren to handle it. Damn it… just when I thought the Sovereign might finally forgive me and lift this godforsaken punishment!" Vincent's voice trembled with anger and frustration, each word dripping with bitterness.
Greg's hand shot to his forehead, pinching the space between his brows as if trying to hold back the pressure building in his head.
