Chapter 5

Arthur's hands were still frozen in mid-air. Deep teeth marks marred his neck, blood seeping down the collar of his custom-tailored shirt.

He watched helplessly as I plummeted into the pitch-black waves with the two brass boxes. His pupils contracted violently, every drop of color draining from his face.

His cold ruthlessness shattered in an instant, replaced by overwhelming panic.

"Eileen—!"

He threw himself at the edge of the cliff like a madman, ignoring the jagged rocks tearing through his suit pants, ready to jump after me.

Lucas reacted quickly, tackling him from behind and locking his arms around Arthur's…