The night deepened, casting long shadows across Damian’s estate. His mind swirled with the weight of vengeance, each thought sharper than the last. As he stared out of the window of his study, the dim light from the moon barely penetrated the dark sky. He could feel it—the quiet before the storm. Asher was out there, and the confrontation was inevitable. But Damian was not one to rush. Patience was a weapon, and when the time came, he would strike with precision and fury.
His phone buzzed on the desk, snapping him out of his thoughts. The screen flashed with a name— ‘Demon.’ Damian picked up without hesitation.
“Talk.”
“I’ve got eyes on him,” Demon’s gravelly voice rumbled through the phone. “Asher’s been laying low, but not well enough. He’s moving in the underworld, making deals. I’ll
