**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
by Sage Hunter Lane 204
As soon as they arrived at the door, a dozen police officers burst in like a storm, their uniforms a blur of blue and black.
Cyrus felt the world tilt beneath him, his heart racing as he grappled with the rapid turn of events. The shock coursed through him, leaving his face a canvas of fear and rage when, in an instant, he found himself pinned to the cold, hard ground.
“Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am?!” he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble that echoed against the warehouse walls.
“Who you are doesn’t matter right now. You’re under arrest for kidnapping, and we are taking you into custody!” one of the officers barked, his tone firm and unyielding.
Cyrus shot a venomous glare at Nyla, his eyes ablaze with a hatred so intense it felt almost tangible. “Nyla, you set me up!” he spat, the accusation dripping with bitterness.
He had been meticulous in his planning, keeping the details of his scheme to abduct Nyla shrouded in secrecy, shared only with his most trusted associates. The rapid arrival of law enforcement could only mean one thing—Nyla had anticipated his move, laying a trap that snapped shut around him like a vice.
His fury surged, a tempest within him that threatened to consume everything. It was as if he wanted to rip her apart, piece by piece.
Nyla, her complexion drained of color and her eyes wide with fright, stared back at him, disbelief etched across her features. “You’re insane! You’re the one who kidnapped me! How could I possibly force you to do anything?” she protested, her voice trembling yet defiant.
But in that fleeting moment, Cyrus caught a glimmer of something in her eyes—a cold satisfaction that sent a shiver down his spine.
“Just wait! I won’t let you get away with this!” he snarled, his voice a low growl filled with ominous promise.
Nyla instinctively retreated behind one of the officers, her demeanor shifting to that of an innocent victim, fear radiating from her.
Fuming with indignation and the realization that he had been blindsided, Cyrus was swiftly led away, handcuffed and defeated, alongside his men.
As Nyla stepped out of the warehouse, the cool air hit her like a wave, and she felt a rush of relief. Pete hurried to her side, concern etched into his features. “Ms. Jayston, are you alright?”
Nyla shook her head, trying to dispel the remnants of fear that clung to her. “I’m fine. Mr. Monaghan, please take me to the police station. I need to give my statement,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.


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