Damon’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the figure standing next to Adrian. The dim light of the warehouse cast eerie shadows over their face, but he didn’t need better lighting to recognize them.
His pulse pounded, his grip tightening around the gun at his side.
This wasn’t possible.
This person was supposed to be dead.
Marco swore under his breath. "This has to be a f*****g joke."
Adrian smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Speechless, Damon? I thought you'd have more to say, considering who you’re looking at."
Alina shifted behind Damon, her brows knitting together as she studied the tension rolling off him in waves. Whoever this was, they had him completely unhinged. And that scared her more than anything.
The figure stepped forward, their mov
