Bastian
The day had started off like any other. After the chaos of Kaida’s accident, I had thrown myself back into work, letting the routine of running Darkmoor Enterprises consume my thoughts. I needed the distraction. I needed to think clearly, to plan my next move. I was just steps away from my office door when my phone buzzed in my pocket, its sudden ring slicing through the quiet hallway. An unknown number flashed on the screen. I already knew who it was.
Vittorio.
My pulse quickened as I picked up the call, half-expecting more taunts. This time, though, I had a plan. I needed to keep him talking, at least for ten minutes, to give Ben enough time to trace the call. I swallowed hard, bracing myself, and brought the phone to my ear.
“I see you’re persistent,” I said, my voice calm,
