Damien and Sebastian sat across from each other in the quiet of Damien's living room.
The morning had broken, but the storm of the past week still hung heavy in the air.
"Marcel's getting impatient, Damien," Sebastian said bluntly.
Damien exhaled, gaze flicking up to the chandelier's golden glow before drifting toward the stairs.
"What would you have me do, Sebastian? It's not like I can break him out."
"No, but we do have a way to get him out—and it's going cold."
Damien's jaw tensed. "Have you spoken to Ryan since I left?"
Sebastian scoffed. "Spoken to Ryan? Damien, the only encounter I'd have with Ryan would end with him dead."
"I want nothing more than to put Ryan in the ground too… but—"
The front door shut abruptly.
Chloe stood there, a trolley in hand. Her face was calm, but the pain in her eyes said everything.
Damien rose instantly. "Good morning," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Good morning. Can I see you for a minute?"
