Caspian's POV
What the hell? How did I get dragged into this mess once again?
Damian was the one who dug his own grave, and now I had to pull him out of it.
The moment I got his call, I wanted to strangle him. Just a few months ago, I was ready to destroy him, and now? Now I was rushing to save his ass from Evander's wrath.
This better be worth it, or I swear I will kill him myself. That brat… He didn't even bother to tell me the whole story, yet he expected me to come running to his rescue?
How the hell was I supposed to defend him when I didn't even know what I was defending him from?
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, speeding down the eerily silent road. The air was thick with tension, and I could already picture Evander unleashing hell inside the mansion. But when I finally arrived and stepped in, I was met with… silence.
What the hell?
No shouting. No chaos. No sign of Damian begging for his life.
