Damien's POV
The minute the men said why they were in our home, I heard warning bells ringing in my head.
The men asked my mother to give me a bit of privacy, and as she tried to hang around, they dismissed her, saying they needed to talk to the man of the house.
"How can I help you, gentlemen?" I asked, wanting to sound as unthreatening as possible.
"We are here because of the murder of one Patrick Volt, your father,'' one of the men said, going straight to the point.
"We need you to leave with us and go back to Veredentia and help with the investigations."
"Why am I necessary for that?" I asked.
It had been several years. Had they found any evidence, a witness?
"If you don't want to cooperate, we can leave with the omegas instead,'' another added. It was either my family or me.
