The tension in Damon’s penthouse was suffocating. The air felt heavier, as if the walls themselves were closing in. Alina sat stiffly on the leather couch, her fingers clenching the fabric. Lucas stood near the window, his phone still gripped in his hand, his face grim.
Damon’s eyes were locked onto him. “Say that again.”
Lucas exhaled, shaking his head. “I said—Victor isn’t the biggest problem anymore. There’s someone else.”
Damon leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. His patience was razor-thin. “Who?”
Lucas hesitated, then said the name that would change everything.
“Adrian.”
A slow, deadly silence filled the room.
Damon’s expression darkened. He had spent years eliminating threats, making sure no one could challenge him. Yet this name—"Adrian"—was completely for
