DAMON’S POV

Have you ever stared at the ruins and wreckage of something you built with your own very hands and thought—yeah, this is fine?

Have you?

Well, that was exactly how I felt right now, sitting at the head of a massive mahogany table in the war room, surrounded by traitors, backstabbers, and opportunists who would stab me the second I turned my back. And yet, here I was, gritting my teeth and pretending like this whole gathering wasn’t one wrong move away from collapsing on my ...