Chapter 89 Weakness

• Maverick stood on the island, the sea breeze caressing his back. An hour had passed since he began waiting, but Damien was nowhere in sight.
• “Maverick, do you think he's not coming?” Gregory approached him. Damien had never explicitly mentioned that Josephine was his bargaining chip.
• “He'll come,” Maverick said, his voice as serene as a still pond, knowing that if Damien had dared to call for a face-to-face, he must have an ace up his sleeve. Something valuable enough to make him trade everything. The ground near his feet was littered with cigarette butts.