Chapter 45 Home At Last

• I sat on the plush couch in our living room office, my fingers lightly tracing the embroidered patterns on the armrest. Damien was sitting on one of the couches next to me, answering a call that had just come in. His brows furrowed slightly as he spoke, his tone measured but firm.
• “It’s your father,” he mouthed to me before turning his attention back to the phone.
• “Damien,” Elder Marcus’s voice crackled through the speaker, sharp with irritation. “I just received word from my assistant that there are visitors from Crewwood in our territory. Care to explain why I wasn’t informed?”