The gunshot ripped through the night like thunder straight out of hell.

Arthur froze behind the wheel, his heart stopping mid-beat.

“Shit… THOR!” he shouted, slamming the door open and sprinting toward the mansion without looking back.

In the back seat, Celina’s eyes went wide, her lips parting as if her soul had just left her body.

“No… NO!” she screamed, fumbling with the door handle. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she stumbled out of the car, barely able to stand, as though the ground had vanished beneath her. Her gaze locked on the mansion’s entrance. “He’s dead… he’s dead… what am I supposed to do, Zoe?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITHOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE?! I’M GOING TO BE ALONE AGAIN—WHY, GOD?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!”

She staggered forward, drunk on grief, her knees buckling, her heart screaming louder than her voice.

“Celina, no! It’s not him! It’s not Thor! It can’t be him! Think about the babies, please! Calm down!” Zoe held her tightly by the shoulders, desperate