The DeLuca estate stood high above the city like a monument built from blood and power.
Even from a distance, the mansion looked intimidating.
Black iron gates stretched across the entrance like prison bars. Armed guards stood beneath the rain with emotionless expressions while expensive cars moved silently through the winding driveway leading toward the massive estate.
Lightning flashed across the dark sky.
For a brief second, the entire mansion glowed white beneath the storm.
Then darkness swallowed it again.
Damian sat quietly in the backseat of his car as rain tapped endlessly against the window beside him.
His jaw was tight. His mind restless.
The past few weeks had become unbearable.
Seraphina's broken face had refused to leave his head no matter how hard he tried to bury it.
It haunted him.
Damian closed his eyes briefly. For the first time in years, he felt distracted.
Unfocused.
Dangerously emotional.
And in the DeLuca world, emotions got people killed.
