In the glittering banquet hall, a searing pain stabbed through Damian's chest without warning.
His fingers flew across his phone to call his assistant.
"Did Kate come to her senses? Bring her back now."
The reply came, quivering with terror.
"Damian...? We can't find Kate, just..."
Damian's voice cracked like a whip. "What the hell do you mean, 'just'?"
Silence. Then his phone buzzed—a single photo that made his vision go white with rage.
The image showed a dumpster surrounded by a spreading crimson pool. Beggars' bodies were crammed inside like broken dolls, limbs severed and tossed aside like trash.
Dread clamped around his throat, suffocating him. His knees buckled, and only the wall kept him upright. Only one monster could do this—but why would his Kate ever attract their atten
