Dimitrios’s Point of View:

As soon as I saw Kingston Grey pull Snow out of the water, my stomach twisted. Grey wasn’t just anyone—he was a man we’d been warned about for as long as I could remember. He was ruthless, always two steps ahead, a thorn in my father’s side for years. I didn’t trust him near any of us, especially not my sister.

When he walked away, I followed him across the lawn, catching up just as he reached his sleek black car parked in the driveway. The sun glinted off the polished surface, making it seem even more out of place against the quiet, familiar backdrop of our family home.

“Why are you here, Kingston?” I demanded, keeping my voice low and steady. He’d know I was angry, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.

Kingston paused, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk, his blue eyes catching the light. “Is that my thank you for saving your beautiful sister?” he asked, letting out a small laugh. But I didn’t so much as flinch. I knew what kind of man Kingston Grey was, and I wasn’t about to let my guard down.

“My father isn’t here, so why did you come?” I pressed, crossing my arms. There had to be a reason, something more than a casual visit. Grey wasn’t known for doing anything without a purpose.

He sighed, his eyes glinting with something between amusement and irritation. “Just wanted to inform you all that I’m back... and ready for more trouble,” he said, his voice calm, as if he were talking about a friendly competition. “I’d keep a close eye on that sister of yours if I were you.”

The hint of a smile tugged at his lips, and with a last glance in my direction, he opened the door, slid into his car, and drove off, the roar of the engine fading into the distance.

I stood there, watching him disappear down the drive, his words echoing in my mind. Keep a close eye on your sister. That wasn’t a warning; it was a threat.

“Deep shit,” I muttered under my breath, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Dad’s number, tapping it with a sense of urgency. As much as I’d like to keep him out of this mess, he needed to know. Kingston Grey was back, and he was already pushing boundaries.

The phone rang once, twice, and finally, my father picked up.

“Dimitrios,” he said, his voice gruff. “What’s going on?”

I took a breath, forcing myself to keep my tone calm. “Grey showed up here today. He pulled Snow out of the pool after Jackson threw her in. But that’s not the reason I’m calling.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Go on.”

“He made it clear he’s back to stir up trouble,” I continued. “And he made a point of mentioning Snow. He told me to keep her close. I don’t know what game he’s playing, but I don’t trust him around her.”

My father’s silence stretched longer this time, and I could practically hear him weighing his options, considering every possible angle. Finally, he spoke, his voice colder than usual. “I’m on my way back. Keep an eye on your sister, and make sure Grey doesn’t come near her.”

“Understood,” I replied, though the knot of worry in my stomach didn’t ease. I’d kept my distance from Snow since she arrived—I didn’t want to push her into the middle of a family she barely knew. But if Kingston Grey was involved, I couldn’t afford to stay on the sidelines anymore.

As I hung up, I walked back toward the house, my thoughts racing. Snow was already vulnerable, adjusting to a family she hadn’t seen in years, dealing with the shock of losing her mother. And now Grey had his sights set on her. The last thing she needed was to get tangled up in his games.

Inside, the house was quiet. Snow had likely gone upstairs, trying to process everything. I could still see the hint of panic on her face when she was pulled from the pool, and the thought sent a wave of anger through me. That idiot Jackson should’ve known better.

When I reached the main living room, I found Jackson there, pacing nervously. He looked up as soon as he saw me, his face pale with worry.

“Dimitrios, man, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she couldn’t swim. I thought... I just thought she was being shy.”

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. He hadn’t meant any harm, but Snow could’ve been seriously hurt. “Next time, think before you act, alright?” I said, my voice tight. “Snow’s been through a lot. She’s not used to all of this yet. And she doesn’t need more surprises.”

Jackson nodded quickly, guilt plain on his face. “Yeah, I get it. I won’t mess around like that again.”

I left him there and headed upstairs, feeling the weight of responsibility settle over me. Dad wasn’t here, and as the oldest, I had to step up. For years, we’d kept Snow out of this world, shielding her from the darkness our family dealt with. But now that she was back, that darkness was closer than ever.

I stopped outside Snow’s room, hesitating for a moment before knocking softly. She deserved to know part of what was going on, to be warned about Grey and what he was capable of. But she was still processing so much. I didn’t want to burden her even more.

After a moment, I took a step back. Maybe it was better to let her have one more night without the weight of Kingston Grey pressing down on her. Tomorrow, I’d explain everything. For tonight, she could rest.

As I headed back downstairs, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing, that something big was coming. And whether we were ready or not.

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