The door to the safe house was heavily reinforced, its steel frame gleaming under the sparse light, but when Damon Blackwood stepped inside, it felt as if he had torn it from its hinges with sheer force of will. The cramped room seemed to shrink under the weight of his intense presence, radiating a controlled violence that hung in the air like a crackling charge before a storm. His dark, fiery eyes swept over the dimly lit space in a powerful, penetrating glance, cataloging every detail with ...