The casino was alive with flashing lights, the clink of glasses, and the hum of over a hundred conversations. But the moment Damien stepped through the golden double doors, the air shifted immediately.
His black coat swept behind him, his steps stable yet loaded with a force that made people instinctively part in his way. Blade followed at his side, scanning every corner like a hunting dog.
Damien’s gaze then locked onto Yelena at one of the high-limit poker tables. She was clad in shimmering emerald silk, laughing softly with a man in a tailored suit, her hand grazing his as she took the cards.
The laughter died the instant she noticed Damien.
Without saying anything, Damien closed the distance, his hand clamping firmly around her wrist. Yelena’s smile faltered, replaced with a cold
