Keith drove through the night with cold determination, heading toward the docks where the attackers had said Sean was hiding. Building twelve. He'd memorized the location, planned his approach. After what Sean had done – kidnapping Linda, threatening them, attacking his home – Keith was done holding back.The warehouse district was dark and abandoned at this hour, just a collection of old buildings near the water. Keith found building twelve easily – a large, decrepit structure that looked like it hadn't been used in years.Perfect place for someone like Sean to hide.Keith parked his car a block away and approached on foot, staying in the shadows. He expected guards, expected resistance. But the building seemed completely empty, which only made him more cautious.He found a side door that had been left unlocked. Too convenient. Keith's instincts screamed at him that this was a trap, but he pushed forward anyway. He had to end this tonight.The interior of the warehouse was dark, illu

Emilia looked between Yona and Linda, weighing her options. She'd already betrayed Chris to Keith. What difference would it make to tell Cynthia as well? And if it meant getting her company back, getting her life back..."Fine," Emilia said. "I'll tell her."They found Cynthia in the VIP wing, standing outside her father's room with Chris beside her. When Cynthia saw them approaching, her expression darkened."You three again?" Cynthia said with disgust. "I thought I made it clear you're not welcome here.""Cynthia, please listen," Emilia said, stepping forward. "I have something important to tell you about your father.""More lies from Keith's camp?" Cynthia asked mockingly."This isn't from Keith," Emilia said. "This is from me. Chris has been poisoning Ivan. All along, it was Chris."The hallway fell silent. Chris's face went pale, then red with anger."That's absurd," Chris sputtered. "Cynthia, don't listen to her—""It's true," Emilia insisted. "Every time Keith treated Ivan and

Keith pulled her into a gentle embrace, mindful of her newly healed shoulder. "I'm okay. You found me in time."They looked at each other for a long moment, and then Keith kissed her. It wasn't tentative like their first kiss – this was filled with relief and gratitude and something deeper.Linda cleared her throat. "Hate to interrupt, but we have about fifteen minutes before the competition starts and you look like death warmed over."Keith stood, helping Yona to her feet. "What competition?""Mira challenged you to a healing competition," Linda explained quickly. "It's being broadcast live on national television. It starts in fifteen minutes upstairs in the main lobby.""Then we'd better not keep them waiting," Keith said grimly.They made their way upstairs, Keith moving steadily despite the ordeal he'd been through. His healing abilities had restored most of his strength, though he was still pale from the blood loss.When they emerged into the main lobby, the crowd fell silent. Ca