The storm outside mirrored the chaos brewing within Damon. The rhythmic pounding of rain against the glass barely registered as he paced the length of his office, his mind churning with violent thoughts.
Adrian had slipped through his fingers. **Again.**
Damon clenched his fists, his knuckles aching from the force of his grip. He should have ended it tonight. Should have pulled the trigger before Adrian got the chance to walk away.
But he hadn't.
And now, the bastard was still out there.
Damon exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. His patience was wearing thin, his control fraying at the edges. He had spent years keeping his darkness in check, operating with precision and calculated moves.
Adrian was **forcing his hand.**
A soft knock at the door broke throu
