Tyler's POV
The night hung heavy with tension as I watched Damian, his dark eyes calculating every move. Danielle was by my side, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was far from over. Damian's rage boiled beneath the surface, and I took a protective step forward, positioning myself between him and Danielle.
"Damian, buddy, we weren't planning on making your eternity miserable," I drawled, trying to defuse the situation with some sarcasm. "Just passing through, you know, living our lives."
But Damian wasn't in the mood for banter. His rage erupted like a storm.
"You think this is a game, Tyler?" Damian roared, his eyes flickering with a dangerous intensity. "I won't ask again. She will leave with me."
"Sorry, not the sharing type," I retorted, locking eyes with Daniel
