DAMIAN
He had not altered. Brigham Vance still had that aristocratic sneer, the kind that came from knowing the world would always bend for them. He strolled into my safehouse as if it were his own and I were his.
"Will not you offer me a drink?" He inquired. I did not move. My hand remained near the pistol. Ava did not breathe beside me.
"You sent someone to kill me," I explained.
"I sent someone to remind you who you are," he clarified. "I did not anticipate her to draw you out so thoroughly," he said, nodding at Ava.
"She is dirtier than I expected." Ava moved forward before I could stop her.
"If you are seeking for someone to scare, you chose the wrong woman."
Brigham chuckled.
"Fiery. I can understand why he chose you. He gently circled the room, as if
