Damian’s POV
I sat alone in my study, a glass of wine in my hand.
The room was dimly lit, the flickering candle casting long shadows on the walls.
My mind was filled with thoughts, each one darker than the last.
Christian's relentless pursuit of power, his ruthless tactics to gain it, and his growing power weighed heavily on my soul. I took a deep sip of the drink, hoping it would numb the turmoil within me.
The silence of the night was thick adding to the sense of dread that hung over me.
I stared into the red liquid in my glass, trying to find answers that weren't there.
“Christian,” I muttered. “What are you planning now?”
The air grew still, an unnatural chill creeping into the room. My instincts sharpened, and I looked up just in time to see a purple cloud forming before
