Chapter 7: The Ultimatum

Damon froze at the sound of that voice - cold, strict, and unmistakably imperious. His legs felt a little weak as he turned to face the source.

'Arrg. seems my luck runs out here.' He slowly turned around, meeting the gaze of a man in his thirties.

The man had long dark hair and a stern, no-nonsense expression, his pale gray eyes carrying an air of unyielding authority. Dressed in black, he looked every bit as dark and foreboding as his reputation.