The sky was overcast that night. Gray clouds piled up like the pressure in Thor’s chest. He drove as if every second mattered, as if every heartbeat shoved him faster toward what he had to confront.

“You son of a bitch… motherfucker… this ends tonight!” he snarled through clenched teeth, pressing the accelerator.

Back at the penthouse, Celina paced like a caged lioness. Her phone trembled in her hands, but Thor didn’t answer.

“Baby, for God’s sake… pick up…” her voice broke, choked by tears. “Don’t do this to me… don’t go after him…”

The phone slipped from her fingers. She buried her face in her hands, panic spilling out.

“Zoe, he won’t pick up!” she screamed, voice shaking. “What do I do? How do I follow him? Why did I even watch that damn video?! If something happens to Thor…” she sobbed, gasping for breath, “it’ll be my fault…”

“Celina, calm down…” Zoe tried to steady her own fear, though it showed in her eyes. “I’m trying to reach Arthur, okay? But you didn’t do anything wrong, un