Chapter 90

Vincent's fingers dug into Harrison's collar. The fabric tore with a sickening rip, exposing her porcelain skin to the cave's icy air.

Memories flooded Harrison's mind. That same damp cave years ago. Vincent's crushing weight. The stench of sweat and alcohol. The paralyzing terror that had stolen her voice.

She'd been a breath away from death that night.

Where was Nathaniel now?

Vincent's body pressed down again. Harrison squeezed her eyes shut. After all these years, her first instinct was still to call for Nathaniel.

Some wounds never healed. Some prayers never stopped.

Her fingers twitched toward her waistband...

A boot connected with Vincent's ribs before she could move. He flew across the cave, smashing into the stone wall. Blood sprayed from his lips.

Harrison's gaze snapped upward.

Nathaniel stood there, his tailored black coat swirling around him like dark wings. Ice clung to his lashes, his expression carved from winter itself.

He'd come.

Nathaniel's eyes locked onto Harrison's tear-streaked face. The way she looked at him - like he was some impossible miracle - made his chest tighten.

His coat settled over her trembling shoulders. "I'm here."

The warmth of his body heat seeped into her frozen skin.

Vincent writhed on the ground, blood bubbling at his lips. "Mr. Falcon! She tempted me! That little slut's been begging for it since-"

Nathaniel's kick silenced him. Ribs cracked under the force.

"You dare touch my wife?" Nathaniel's voice could have frozen hell.

Vincent whimpered. "Mercy, please-"

Nathaniel's polished shoe pressed down between Vincent's legs. "Let's remove the problem permanently."

The scream echoed off the cave walls. Blood spread in a dark pool.

Dominic arrived with a team of security. "Mr. Falcon."

"Dispose of him." Nathaniel didn't glance back.

He gathered Harrison into his arms, her face buried against his neck. Her fingers clutched his shirt like she'd never let go.