LUCAS'S POV
It was Demien.
His face was inscrutable, his expression unreadable as he stepped into the light. His presence was commanding, his movements calm and deliberate. “Lucas,“You did well.” Demien said, his voice low and measured,
I narrowed my eyes, wary of Demien’s intentions. He had always been an enigma, a figure who walked the line between ally and adversary. “What do you want, Demien?”
“I came to take my wife and child,” Demien stated, his voice void of emotion but laced with an authority that made my blood boil.
The very thought of it made my fists clenched in anger, and a red-hot rage surged through me. My vision narrowed as my eyes fixed on him, and I could feel the fire burning within me, igniting every muscle, every nerve. How dare he? How dare he come here after eve
