Damian
Life is good I think, satisfied as I settle into the back of the chauffeured car. Opening the compartment I pour myself a large whisky to celebrate my ultimate victory.
Years of patience, planning, letting the little snakes take a bite here and there, trip themselves up, reveal all I needed them to and now all the pieces are where I want them. Nico chained and bound like the dog he is, the mighty warrior, too arrogant, taking what was mine without permission, I must admit their little game of pretend hatred amused me once I figured it out but he was too powerful an ally for Amelia he had to be destroyed.
My dear noble cousin, a shiver of delight runs through me as I replay the image of him chained, broken, in the hands of his greatest enemy, helpless. That element could not ha
