Night had fallen, and a sleek car tore through the silence, speeding toward Shrine like a bolt of lightning.
Inside, Damien stared at the message Samantha had sent, his sharp features frosted over with a cold edge. But a moment later, his brow softened as a memory flickered through his mind. He rubbed his temples, a hint of exasperation creeping in. Two days at a soul-cleansing retreat, and she was still pulling these childish stunts, sending petty texts to rile him up.
A faint warmth flickered in his dark eyes. Fine, he thought. After all these years, if she couldn't change, he'd let it slide.
The car pulled to a stop, and Damien strode toward the temple's retreat hall, dialing Samantha's number as the faint hum of chanting drifted through the air. He met with Master Bitter Zen, quickl
