The sharp knock on Herald’s study door startled him. He placed his pen down carefully, his brows furrowing. “Come in,” he commanded.
The door creaked open, and Titus entered, his breathing, frantic. Herald took one look at him and immediately felt uneasy.
“What happened?”
“Boss,” Titus began, “It’s about the little girl.” His tone carried a weight that made Herald sit up straighter.
“Out with it!” Herald barked, his patience wearing thin.
Titus nodded and recounted the events in detail: from Damian being shot, taking a bullet while protecting Pearl, and the teenager who had attempted to attack Damian.
Herald’s chair screeched as he stood abruptly, his hands gripping the edge of his desk. “You mean to tell me he took a bullet for my granddaughter?”
“Yes, boss. Luke trailed the
