Chapter Thirteen – “The Edge of Betrayal"
Damon stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse, Manhattan’s skyline stretching out before him. The city was alive with lights, but inside him, "there was only darkness."
His reflection in the glass was sharp—jaw clenched, eyes cold, body tense with restrained fury. "Alina was still in Victor’s hands." That thought alone was enough to send a fresh wave of rage through him, but rage wouldn’t help him now. "Strategy would."
Behind him, Jaxon and Nikolai stood near the bar, their expressions grim. Ethan leaned against the couch, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on Damon.
“We have eyes on Victor’s movements,” Jaxon finally said, breaking the heavy silence. “He’s keeping Alina somewhere outside the city. It’s a private estate,
