Damien stood silently in front of Alec, who sat like a king in the heart of his empire—but today, there was nothing royal in his presence.
There was fire in Alec Blackwood’s eyes. Controlled. Dangerous. The kind of fire that didn’t burn—until it consumed.
His jaw was clenched, his suit perfectly pressed, but his fingers tapping the polished surface of the table betrayed his growing impatience. The air in the conference room had turned tense, almost suffocating, and even the seasoned board members around the room had gone completely silent.
Alec slowly rose from his chair, his tall frame casting a long shadow that stretched across the room, falling onto Damien like a threat. His voice was low, sharp enough to slit throats. “Where is my wife?”
Not “Where is Melissa?”
Not “Where is your
