DAMON’S POV
The evening air was thick with tension, the weight of everything that had transpired pressing down on me like a boulder. I could still hear Olivia’s soft cries in the distance, muffled but persistent, curling through the air like a ghost refusing to leave. But I didn’t turn around. Not yet.
I made my way toward Daiki, his expression neutral, but I could tell by the way his arms were crossed and the way his jaw tightened that he had questions. And I knew exactly what they were.
The moment I stepped beside him, he wasted no time.
“How did you know?” he asked, his voice low but firm.
I let out a slow breath, glancing around to ensure no one was too close before answering. “Because I know Alaric.”
Daiki narrowed his eyes. “And that means?”
I turned my gaze to him, watchin
