Chapter 118

Emily’s POV

He appeared at the end of the hallway like a storm. His black coat moved sharply behind him as his eyes locked onto Ryan’s hand, which was still gripping my wrist. Pure, lethal rage flashed across his face.

“How dare you touch her.”

Before Ryan could even blink, Declan covered the distance in a blur. He slammed Ryan against the stone wall, catching him by the throat. The sound of the impact was loud and hollow.

Ryan choked, his eyes bulging. Declan’s grip tightened around his neck while his other hand grabbed Ryan’s wrist and twisted. I heard the sickening grind of bone on bone.

“The fact that I spared your life,” Declan growled, his voice a low, terrifying snarl, “and let you stay close to Nathan as my little spy—”

Ryan gasped, his mouth opening as he fought for air.

“—does not mean you matter here.”

Declan squeezed harder. For a second, it looked like he was actually going to rip Ryan’s hand away from his a