DAMIEN'S POV
My blood boiled as I stormed out of Lucas's palace. How dare he stand in my way? Lena was mine, and no one was going to take her from me. The audacity of that man, thinking he could keep her from me, stung like a thousand bee stings. I had to think, had to regroup. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot.
The chilly, biting night air stung my face as I ventured outside, but it failed to quell the fiery anger burning within me. With a determined stride, I made my way to the car, forcefully shutting the door behind me. I paused, inhaling deeply to regain my composure. This situation required meticulous planning. Lucas had proven to be a more formidable opponent than I had initially thought, but I refused to be intimidated. I had overcome greater challenges in the past and emerged
