THIRD PERSON POV
“Surround him. Take him into custody.” Damian commanded.
The moment the words left his mouth, two guards immediately stepped forward, their hands going to the weapons strapped to their belts. Silas stiffened but didn’t resist as they grabbed his arms, pulling them behind his back.
“This is ridiculous,” Silas muttered, his jaw clenching. “You are making a mistake.”
“Maybe,” Damian said coolly, watching him with narrowed eyes as the guards escorted him away. “But until we figure out what the hell is going on, you are not going anywhere.”
Silas was taken to a dimly lit, well-ventilated room—cold, sterile, and meant for one thing: interrogation.
He sat in the chair, arms resting lazily on the sides, legs stretched out like he wasn’t currently being held prisoner. His fac
