Chapter 88

• The tension in the room was suffocating. Silence clung to every wall like a heavy fog, and I could feel the air shift the moment Damien entered. Cold. Unforgiving. Dangerous.
• His eyes swept across the space like the barrel of a loaded gun—slow, deliberate, threatening. No one dared to meet his gaze. Heads dropped. Hands trembled. Breaths were held. I stayed still, though every part of me was screaming to move, to hide, to do anything to escape the weight of his stare.
• And then he locked eyes with Dexter.