Devillian leaned his head back against the cool leather of the car seat, eyes closed. The low hum of the engine was the only sound, barely cutting through the heavy silence inside the armored black SUV.

His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, revealing the chiseled lines of his torso-the product of his relentless training, as if he could sweat out the rage that brewed endlessly inside him. The inked veins on his forearms tensed as he clenched his jaw, hard enough for his teeth to grind.