Chapter 18

• Damien’s POV
• Watching them, the rigid figure of my father, the silent tension in my son I could feel the weight pressing down on my chest. Grandma King’s voice broke through the silence, trembling with worry. “Damien, are you even listening? And what’s wrong with Little Treasure? He hasn’t touched a thing all night, clutching that phone like it’s his last lifeline.”
• From the corner, Logan mumbled through a mouthful of ribs, “He’s waiting for the pretty lady to call.”