Chapter 78 A Fractured Alliance

• The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. Amara sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, her fingers gripping her knees, while Damian paced the room. Leo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching them both.
• The man who had just entered stood with a calm yet commanding presence. His dark suit was unwrinkled, his expression unreadable. Amara studied him carefully. He was older, maybe in his late forties, with sharp eyes that held knowledge—too much knowledge.
• “You’re Damian Carter,” the man said, his voice steady.