The atmosphere in the room felt heavy like a storm was brewing. Killian's gaze was locked onto Ethan's trembling hand. Meanwhile, Ethan's heart raced as his brother-in-law's eyes bore into him, making him painfully aware of his mutilated hand.
He bit his lip hard, trying to suppress the rising tide of panic within him. The image of Rhys, the man responsible for this horrific injury, flashed in Ethan's mind, sending shivers racing down his spine.
Without realizing it, his body began to tremble.
"Who did this?" Killian asked, an edge of danger creeping into his voice.
Ethan swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Rh… Rhys," he managed to whisper.
Killian's eyes widened in shock. Rhys had harmed Ethan, a child? But why? After all, Ethan was Amara's brother and wasn't she loyal to that man? Memories of their time together haunted him, especially when Amara had admitted her feelings for Rhys, declaring she would do anything for him.
