Chapter Eleven: The War Against the Grants

DEVON'S POV

I groggily opened my eyes, my body screaming in protest as I struggled to move. Every inch of me felt like it was engulfed in flames, the memories of Vincenzo's brutal torture flooding back like a nightmare. My uncle's worried face hovered above me, his eyes darting back and forth as he fidgeted with anxiety.

"Devon, oh God, Devon, you're awake!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling. "Thank God, you're finally awake!”

Nicholas's voice ...