🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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"What the..." Eve muttered as her gaze glided over the scene of devastation.
The old wingback chair standing not far from the fireplace had been knocked over and lying on its backrest, its legs stretched like a fallen turtle. The white porcelain vase on the sideboard had also been knocked down. Shards now lay scattered on the wooden floorboards among a sea of petals, broken flowers, and spilt water.
Eve's gaze swept over it, and her heartbeat seemed to stumble faster with every piece of chaos. At first, the young woman was completely frozen; then, she took a hesitant step into the room and gripped the umbrella even tighter - as if she could hold on to it.
The table in the living room was shattered; shimmering shards lay in the middle of what had once been a glass plate and... Was that blood?
Like a puppet being pulled by strings, she took another step. A shard crunched under her soles as she crouched down and picked up one of the fragments. The cracked piece of glass gleamed in the light of day. Eve's breath caught as she stared at the red streaks smearing the smooth shard. Yes, she had not been mistaken.
It was really blood.
She jerked upright and dropped the piece of glass as if it had burned her.
What had happened here?
Had Dylan broken in again and released his anger?
She simply couldn't believe it. No... It had never been this bad with him!
'But he's never broken in at night either...and he'd never hurt Liam or you before - and then it happened...'
Could it be? Had Dylan wholly lost his mind? Had he come back to force her and Liam to return with him?
The young woman staggered back a step, feeling dizzy. Her foot bumped into an apple that had fallen out of the overturned fruit bowl and was now rolling away. She stared at the rolling fruit for a second as if it might suddenly turn into something else. The apple bumped against the edge of the carpet, swayed briefly... and then lay still as if it belonged in this scenario, like a prop placed right there.
