Chapter 97 Davon

• DAVON
• By the time I climb the stairs, the whole estate is wrapped in silence. The guards have taken their night posts, their voices fading into quiet murmurs at the gates. The long corridors stretch before me, empty and still. For the first time all day, no one is demanding an answer, no one is watching.
• The air feels heavy with the memory of what happened — the betrayal, the blood, the chaos that refuses to leave my thoughts. My hand brushes against the wooden doorframe as I step into the bedroom, expecting darkness, expecting peace.