Chapter 45.
Damian stood before the two men with a knife in his hand.
His eyes were dark and cold as he replayed how Kira had run so hard that her lungs were about to give out. They had dared to scare his thing?
The dungeon was cold now, but you know what was even colder? His heart. After the call from Killian that had brought him back to his f*****g senses, Damian had been unable to think straight. And right now, he was standing in the cold dungeon that had swallowed the blood of the men who had done him and whoever he called his family wrong.
The two men were kneeling now. Their faces were bruised from the beating he had ordered his men to carry out, but right now, he was back to do his own.
“Chair…” he commanded in his thick, lethal voice.
Instantly, his right-hand man, Roko, step
