Chapter 228: Impossible
Natalie~
Zane’s rage filled the room like wildfire—hot, suffocating, and alive. He stood in the center of the living room with Alexander still tucked against his chest, but the gentle way he held his son was at violent odds with the storm in his eyes. His jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might snap. His entire body vibrated with a deadly calm I’d never seen before.
"Shadow and Kalmia used Griffin," he seethed, voice low, dangerous. "They came after you, Natalie. Kalmia tried to take you from me." His breath hitched—just slightly. "I’m going to kill her. Kalmia. Shadow. Every last cursed demon that breathes in their realm—I’ll burn them down until there’s nothing left but ash."
"Whoa—easy there, John Wick." Fox stepped in, placing a firm hand on Zane’s shoulder. "Let’s not go full genocide mode just yet."
Zane glared at him, pure fury in his storm-blue eyes.
"I’m serious," Fox said, voice firmer now. "You can’t kill Kalmia. Or Shadow. Even if you could find them."
Zane’s laugh was dry and humorless. "Try me."
Fox stepped back, rubbing a hand through his flame-red hair, visibly annoyed and oddly...pensive. "No, Zane. I’m being literal. Even if you stormed into the underworld armed with fire, lightning, and a damn tank, you wouldn’t be able to touch them. They’re ethereal. Beyond physical. You’d be swinging at shadows while they tear you apart from the inside."
Zane growled low in his throat. "Then I’ll find another way."
"Yeah?" Fox folded his arms, smirking. "Great. Hit me up when that actually happens." Zane didn’t appreciate the sarcasm, but Fox had already turned to me. His golden eyes locked on mine, sharp and unblinking. "Natalie," he said, voice low and serious. "This wasn’t how it was supposed to go."
I blinked, confused. "What?"