Pekka Rollins. Kaz carried that name with him through the corridors of his memory, a relentless vow echoing in his heart: to dismantle it, brick by brick, to strip him of all he held dear in retribution for Georgie's untimely demise.

A twisted satisfaction coursed through Brekker as he ensnared Pekka's child, claiming him as a captive. There the girl sat, bound and helpless, a mere pawn in the grand tapestry of revenge.

The insatiable thirst for vengeance ignited a fire within Kaz, overpowering any semblance of rational thought.

“It’s nothing personal, little one. Often, it is the innocent who bear the weight of their parents’ sins.”