Kevin froze. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he looked at his mangled legs, the memory of the excruciating pain still fresh in his mind.
His body trembled with a cocktail of rage and helplessness, but he knew he couldn't afford to challenge Ross again—not like this.
Ross leaned back against the headboard, swirling his wine glass with a leisurely grace.
"That's better," he said.
"Now, be a good boy and enjoy the show."
With a flick of his fingers, Kevin's body lifted off the ground. He thrashed and cursed, but it was futile. Ross levitated him effortlessly, depositing him onto a chair that had materialized facing the bed.
Kevin's heart sank as he realized what Ross intended.
"Let him go!" Ayla cried, stepping back from the bed in desperation.
Ross ignored her plea, his gaze fixed on Kevin.
"Don't worry," Ross said with a chilling smile.
"I'm giving you the best seat in the cabin. You should feel honored."
