Damien didn’t waste any time. As soon as he ended the call, he strode toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, his mind already calculating the next steps.
This wasn’t just a threat. It was a declaration of war.
Julian Mercer had crossed a line, and Damien did not tolerate threats to what was his.
Celeste stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. But he could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself. She was trying to act like this didn’t bother her, but he knew better.
“You don’t have to handle everything on your own, Celeste.” His voice was low, steady.
She let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
Damien turned to face her fully. “This isn’t just about you anymore. Mercer came for both of us. He ma
