The night after the confrontation between the families, Sophie sat alone in a quiet corner of a small pub in central London. The place was dimly lit, the faint smell of beer and old wood filling the air. People laughed and talked around her, but she paid no attention to them.
Her eyes were fixed on the entrance.
She checked the time on her phone and smirked.
Right on cue, the door opened and Damein walked in.
He looked irritated, confused, and slightly suspicious. When Sophie had sent him the message earlier asking to meet privately, he had almost ignored it. But the message had said she had information about the Thoreau family.
That alone had been enough to bring him there.
He spotted her sitting at the corner table and walked over.
"What do you want?" Damein asked coldly as he pul
