Damian felt a splash of cold water against his bare chest, suddenly jolting him awake. His eyes snapped open, heart racing, and his breath gasping as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.
His arms and legs were bound tightly to a chair, but despite his muscles pulling fiercely against the chains, he couldn't break free.
The room was dark and damp and his shirt was gone, his body exposed to the cold air. As his vision slowly cleared to focus, he saw a figure standing before him, familiar, yet menacing.
"Dante," Damian muttered under his breath, recognizing the man instantly.
It was the same man who had stood with other men by the roadside before Damian’s car crashed into the tree. Dante’s cold, calculating eyes stared down at him, filled with a darkness that left no room fo
