~ Damon ~
The Blackwood Estate felt unusually still, with the soft glow of antique chandeliers casting long shadows on the dark wood-paneled walls. Damon stood by the grand fireplace, his fingers wrapped around a crystal glass of whiskey, though he hadn’t taken a sip yet. Across from him, Lucas lounged in a leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"You’re not as untouchable as you think, Damon," Lucas finally broke the silence, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "You really messed up by bringing her into this."
Damon’s jaw tightened. "She’s not involved in any of this."
Lucas let out a scoff. "You married her. That means she’s in the thick of it."
Damon let out a sharp breath, placing his glass down on the mantel. "I don’t need a lecture. Just
