Chapter 87: The Revenge Plot

Dominic’s voice slithered through the crack in the cabin door like a nightmare-given life. I felt Ava tense beside me, her grip on Mikey tightening protectively. Oliver's knuckles whitened around the gun’s grip as he edged the door open wider, scanning the night with calm precision.

But I knew better—this wasn’t over. Dominic wasn’t the type to walk into danger without a plan. He’d waited too long for this moment, and everything about the way he spoke told me we were already playing into his hands.

“Show yourself,” Oliver growled, his voice steady.

A rustle of leaves. A shadow shifted. Then, out of the darkness, Dominic Vale stepped into the weak moonlight.

He was taller than I remembered, his presence heavy and deliberate. The years had etched lines of cruelty and cunning into his face, and his eyes—icy blue, identical to Ava’s—gleamed with malice. But there was also something else in those eyes: triumph. As if he’d been savoring this moment for years, waiting for the perfect time