Chapter 115: The Deal with the Devil

The tension in the room was suffocating. It hung in the air, thick and palpable, like smoke from a fire that had already burned too long, leaving only embers that refused to die. I could see it in Damien's face—the way his jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed, his movements sharp and deliberate, as though every action carried the weight of a decision he would soon regret.

This was the moment. The one he had been avoiding, pushing back for weeks. But now, there was no choice. No way out. Victor Ashford had found a way to leverage the one thing we had left—our strength, our pride. And now, Damien had agreed to meet with one of Victor's most dangerous allies. I could feel the unease building in me, like a knot tightening in my stomach.