The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. Damon’s words still hung between them, a surrender that tasted like "ash in his mouth."
Victor’s lips curled into a victorious smirk. “Smart choice, Damon. I was hoping you wouldn’t be foolish enough to test my patience.”
Damon didn’t respond. His body was still screaming in pain, his ribs aching with every shallow breath, but none of it mattered. "Only Alina mattered."
Victor tapped his fingers against the armrest of his chair, his calculating eyes never leaving Damon. “Now that we have an agreement, let’s discuss how this will happen.” He leaned forward. “You will announce your withdrawal within forty-eight hours. A press release, a public statement—however you choose to do it. But it must be convincing. No secret plans, no
