Damien’s pov:
I was still two hours away when the phone buzzed.
It wasn’t the mansion calling. It wasn’t Luca. It was Outpost Three.
The heavy silence on the other end before anyone spoke told me everything I needed to know. My stomach twisted.
Outpost Three was on the edge of our territory, close enough to matter, but far enough away that Silas could hit it just to see if we’d flinch.
Silas never goes for the heart first. He likes to poke at the edges, bruising you slowly just to see where it hurts the most.
“Say it,” I barked into the phone.
“There was an explosion,” the captain said. His voice was brittle, that fake kind of calm men use when they’re trying not to look at the bodies at their feet. “It was a small but precise attack. The building is still standing. Two dead. One i
