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Chapter 482
Chapter 482:
His gaze locked onto June. He saw the glass pressed against her throat. He saw the blood.
A flash of pure, homicidal fury ignited in Easton’s eyes. The muscles in his jaw locked so hard they looked as though they might snap.
Then, in the space of a single breath, his expression transformed completely. The violence vanished, replaced by a mask of absolute, unshakable calm.
He stepped into the room and walked directly toward June.
“Stop right there!” Cole roared, his voice cracking with panic. He scrambled to his feet and thrust his hands out. “Do not get any closer — you will startle her p>
Easton did not look at him. He walked past Cole as though the man were a piece of furniture.
He stopped two feet from June. His hands remained low, completely visible.
“June,” Easton said.
His voice was incredibly quiet — a deep, resonant baritone that carried no panic, no fear, and no judgment. It was the sound of absolute safety.
𝘚𝘁𝘰𝗿𝗂e𝘴 𝘺𝗼𝗎 𝘄о𝘯’t p𝘶t d𝗼𝘄ո 𝗈ո
June’s dilated, unfocused pupils twitched. Her gaze drifted slowly from Cole to Easton.
“Look at me,” Easton said softly.
June looked into his dark eyes. They were perfectly steady. They anchored her spinning mind to the floor beneath her feet.
“It is over,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a gentle, unhurried whisper. “You won. I am taking you home now p>
The word home struck June’s mind like a physical shockwave.
For four years, she had lived in a multi-million-dollar penthouse and never once felt at home. The absolute certainty in Easton’s voice fractured the thick wall of her panic, and her white-knuckled grip on the crystal shard loosened for exactly one fraction of a second.
Easton moved.
He did not lunge. He did not grab her arm.
His right hand shot forward with blinding speed and wrapped his bare palm directly around the jagged, razor-sharp edge of the shard. He squeezed his fist shut.
The crystal’s teeth sliced instantly through the skin and muscle of his palm. Thick, dark red blood welled up between his fingers and dripped onto the marble floor.
Easton did not flinch. He did not blink. He wrenched the glass away from June’s neck and tossed the bloody shard over his shoulder. It shattered against the wall.
The moment the weapon left her hand, the adrenaline abandoned June’s body entirely.
Her eyes rolled back. Her knees buckled. She collapsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut.
Easton stepped in and caught her, pulling her limp body flush against his chest and absorbing her full weight without effort.
Cole snapped out of his paralysis. The sight of another man holding June sent a violent surge of territorial rage through him.
“Give her to me!” Cole screamed. He lunged forward, arms outstretched, reaching to tear her away.
Easton shifted his weight and tucked June securely against his left side, turning his body to shield her completely. He looked at Cole. His eyes were dead and cold.