Byron St. James’s face was pale with fury as the security guards flanked him on either side, not laying a hand but making their presence impossible to ignore. Damian didn’t look away from him, even as the man’s polished composure cracked under pressure.
“You think you’ve won?” Byron’s voice turned venomous. “You don’t know who I answer to.”
Damian stepped forward, measured and lethal. “You answer to your ego. And now, to the law.”
Byron’s eyes flicked to Adriana. “You were always in the way.”
Adriana didn’t flinch. “Then you should’ve made sure I didn’t survive.”
The moment shattered as security escorted him out. His threats echoed behind him, but the heavy doors of the estate silenced them like a guillotine.
For a moment, the room was quiet—too quiet.
Then Damian turned to Elira an
