He expected Alex. He had called the man in desperation when he realized the drug was digging its claws deeper into Maya’s bloodstream. Alex was the one with steady hands and the medical degree. Alex was supposed to be here.
But of course, the steel door opened to reveal the sharp scent of imported tobacco along with the presence Damien least wanted in his sanctuary.
“Father,” Damien said flatly.
Charles Castiel stood there, tall even in old age, his iron-gray hair slicked back and his tailored suit immaculate against his build.
His eyes ever cold and calculating like the color of steel swept over his son like a predator measuring prey.
“Not exactly the welcome I expected,” Charles drawled as he stepped inside uninvited. Because Damien had no intention of doing so. “You didn’t think yo
