Damian stormed out of the hospital, his mind spinning with fury and fear. The thought of Elara confronting Charles without his protection sent a chill through him. She was brave—too brave for her own good sometimes—and it terrified him. How could she walk into danger like that, knowing the stakes?
As he slid into the backseat of his car, he gripped the door handle so hard his knuckles turned white. Charles was ruthless. He had already orchestrated Elara’s downfall once, and Damian knew he wouldn’t hesitate to strike again if it meant keeping her from rising back up.
The car sped down the dark streets, the city lights blurring past the windows. Damian stared out, lost in his thoughts. Jackson’s words echoed in his head. She wouldn’t listen. He hated how true they were. Elara wasn’t the ty
