Chapter 7 - The Blood Trail in the Snow
When August discovered Ruth unconscious in the West Wing, his icy composure shattered into raw, unbridled fury.
He rushed out to the balcony steps, his dark eyes catching the glint of the small wooden horse lying in the snow. He picked up the carving, clutching it tightly in his scarred palm.
"Julian! Get the SUVs!" August ordered, his voice echoing through the courtyard like thunder. "He took the girl!"
Within minutes, three black armored vehicles tore out of the estate gates, their tires spinning on the icy roads as they pursued Marcus toward the abandoned industrial docks along the river.
Inside his car, Marcus drove recklessly through the blinding snow, holding a pistol in one hand while yelling into his phone at a private boat captain.
"I need the launch ready in five minutes!" Marcus screamed. "I have Howerin's favorite little charity case! He'll trade his entire territory for her!"
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Poppy sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking at Marcus with calm, resolute eyes. "Mr. August is going to find you," she whispered. "He promised he would protect my purple horse."
👉 Read PART 8 to see the dramatic confrontation at the frozen river dock!
