(Damon)
I draggedher out of the study as her wrist trembled in my grip. The alarms still rang throughout the estate. The syndicate's men were still here. My men were shouting in the corridor as the sound of gunshots echoed around the halls of the estate. But none of that mattered to me anymore.
She was safe.
Elara was safe and that was all I cared about for now.
But my jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Mark.
I had trusted him. Fed him, armed him, given him a place among my own. And all along, he had been waiting for the right moment to sink a knife into my back and it was my fault for lowering my guard. To think that I could trust every one of my men and now, I couldn't stop myself from thinking if there were others like Mark.
Betrayal was something I could handle. I was born in it, rais
