Damien’s POV

The sound of the city was faint through the tall glass windows of my office.

Everything outside was loud and chaotic, still hit by the storm I caused a few hours ago with those statements.

But inside, there was only silence and me alone to my thoughts.

I sat at my desk, elbows on the table and my fingers pressed together in thought.

Nathan.

That name had begun to rot inside my head.

He was supposed to be done for, to be buried with those statements made by ...