Chapter 53 Shadows Of The Past

• “Drive,” Damian ordered, his voice as cold as the winter night.
• “Yes, sir,” Henry replied, turning the ignition and setting the car in motion.
• The drive back felt infinitely shorter than the agonizing ride to the warehouse. Seeing Elara in his arms was both a comfort and a curse—she was here, alive, but the marks of what she had endured under Charles’ watch seared into his mind. He had her back, but not whole.