Mia‘s POV
The tension in the room was suffocating. I crossed my arms, my gaze shifting between Damon and the brothers as I tried to piece together what was happening. The revelation that Damon knew them was an unwelcome surprise, and I didn’t trust where this conversation was headed.
“How do you know each other?” I finally asked, my voice sharp as my eyes settled on Damon.
Damon leaned against the edge of the table, his relaxed demeanor at odds with the weight of his words. “We were trained by the same professor when we were in school. Old Professor Hadley,” he explained with a small smile. “He taught us everything from combat strategy to pack diplomacy.”
I blinked, the pieces falling into place. “You went to school with them?”
“Not just any school,” Damon clarified, his gaze flicking
