Damien POV
Three days after the attack, and my manor was a fortress on high alert. My men patrolled the grounds in relentless shifts, their eyes scanning every shadow and sound.
I sat behind my desk as Mr. Vance delivered his report on Kade. Thanks to the injury from Mark's shot, the traitor hadn't gotten far, and catching him had been easy. But breaking him was another matter.
Vance looked exhausted as he stood, his usual composure strained. “He won’t break,” he reported, his voice heavy with fatigue. “Kade is a true believer. He’d rather we cut out his own tongue than betray The Raven.”
My knuckles whitened. I always despised fierce loyalty in my captives. “Then he is of no further use. Make him an example.”
“There is another path,” Vance interjected, his tone measured. “You have is
