Thanks to a newly discovered drug, the Alpha would never recall what he'd done after he collapsed that day—how he'd killed the girl's father in a fit of fury and instinct, after the man, crazed and drugged with rut-inducing aphrodisiacs, nearly laid his hands on Ryley.
The truth was lost—buried beneath Vincent's lies.
When the entourage finally arrived, Jade shoved his phone back into his pocket—ignoring the unread message from Vincent. Whatever Vincent wanted could wait.
For now, he had a job to do.
He stepped forward and greeted Ryley properly, offering a respectful bow for the first time.
Ryley returned the gesture with a nod and a faint smile. "Thank you for your help, Jade."
"My pleasure," Jade replied, the corners of his lips lifting.
As he had expected, Ryley made his way to the little girl and sat beside her.
Jade stood at a distance, watching in silence.
