Chapter 13 Damon Blackwood

• Damon’s POV
• Harper’s words still echoed in my mind as I stepped into the grand event. The moment I walked through the doors, the atmosphere engulfed me—opulence dripping from every corner. The chandeliers above cast golden reflections across the vast marble floor, while an elegant melody floated through the air, blending seamlessly with the hum of conversation and the occasional clinking of champagne glasses.
• The place was alive. Men and women swayed to the music, some lost in whispered conversations, others laughing over their drinks. A few simply stood by, observing, waiting for something—or someone—of interest.