But before she could stand steadily, her legs went weak and shaky, and she collapsed to the ground. The man with the severed finger approached, grinning sinisterly, "Damn woman, you dare plot against me! Let's see where you'll run this time." She tried to pick up the knife, but he kicked it away. He dragged her by the foot and tied her hands with strips of cloth, binding them to the sofa just to be sure. "Let's see how you move now! Damn it!" The man's eyes were a dark red, a ring of crimson around his neck. His mind screamed wildly as he lost his reason, having twice fallen victim to a woman's hands, now acting on sheer instinct to unleash his rage. It's over... Aurelia Shaw closed her eyes as shameful and furious memories flashed through her mind again, biting her lower lip in hatred, Blood Pearl oozing out. Why, why does it still end up ! A gust of cold wind quickly brushed past her face, hot liquid sprayed onto Aurelia's face, her brows twitched as she seemed to guess what it was, yet her eyes remained closed, unable to open. Amidst the sound of shattering glass, steady and urgent footsteps approached quickly. Rough fingers occasionally brushed her wrist, fingertips icy, trembling as they carefully untied the ropes binding her. Strong arms held her close, trembling but gently, afraid to exert too much force for fear of touching her wounds. "Mason Nightshade..." Aurelia murmured. She slowly opened her heavy eyes, and the man's cold face entered her vision, his eyes blood-red, his face stained with blood, yet his gaze was warm, his demeanor tinged with a bit of panic and chaos, suggesting he had come hurriedly. "Don't be scared. I'm here. It's all right now. If you're tired, take a nap. I'll take you home," Mason Nightshade trembled and kissed her forehead. God knows how much it hurt him to see her ! How much he wanted to kill those people! "Sleep, we'll be home soon." He draped clothes over her, carried her, gently pressed her head into his chest, covering her with the clothes, letting her only feel the warmth of his body. As he raised his face, the warmth in his eyes vanished, cold and harsh frost with red lines crept into his eyes, stirring up a violent surge of murderous intent. Follow current novᴇls on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽 "Not one will remain." Thin lips parted, each word spoken lightly yet chillingly cold to the core. When Mason Nightshade walked out of the room, he was covered in blood, yet she remained untainted. He had fallen into a trap. Aiden Campbell supplied the correct address, but it was a setup by the enemy. They had barely entered before encountering an explosion. Grayson Quinn stayed on-site to settle his brothers. Yet without attending to his wounds, he rushed out again to rescue her. Mason Nightshade carried Aurelia Shaw into the car, aggravating the wounds on his body, but his brows didn't flinch. Gustavo Yates glanced at him, worried, "Boss..." "Drive!" Mason Nightshade interrupted coldly. He lifted the clothes and saw her pale face, her brows relaxed, eyes closed, breathing evenly. His lips curved into a slight smile. It was rare to see her sleeping so peacefully in his arms, even after knowing who he was. Mason Nightshade knew better than anyone else that people, when in danger, tense their nerves, never allowing themselves to relax completely or fall into a stupor. Except with the one they trust the most. Recalling the chat records, Mason Nightshade felt his heart wrenched with anguish, dull and painful, as various complex emotions surged within his chest, uncertain of how to face her.