Cassie barely had time to process the heated conversation with her father before Damon pulled her aside into the privacy of his car. The city lights reflected against the sleek black windows, casting a dim glow over his chiseled face. He had that look again the one that told her he was already ten steps ahead.
“We can’t let Vanessa win,” Cassie murmured, pressing her fingers against her temple. “She wants to destroy everything.”
Damon’s jaw tensed as he placed his hand on the steering wheel, his fingers flexing against the leather. “She’s trying to play us, but she doesn’t realize she’s stepping into my territory now.”
Cassie glanced at him, her pulse quickening at the edge in his voice. “What do you have in mind?”
Damon smirked, his eyes darkening. “If Vanessa Sinclair wants a war, sh
