Silas's intelligence report struck Michael with visceral force. Damn, this was like a nightmare. Every careful stride in the public eye, each attempt to forge a new identity, teetered on the brink of annihilation due to a single person privy to a life he'd consigned to the deepest, darkest abyss. Now, beyond confronting Davis and his infernal kin, Michael faced a desperate race against time to pinpoint and neutralize this past threat before his secrets unraveled, destroying everything and plunging him into despair's chasm.
"Who is this man, Silas?" Michael's voice was low yet urgent, his gaze fixed intently on the report in his hand. The paper felt cold and slick against his fingers, like the freshly shed skin of a serpent, poised to inject him with the venom of bygone days.
Silas exhale
