Chapter 133: It Was the Most Plain and Simple Birthday Cake in His First Twenty-Nine Years
(Cassandra's POV)
"Why?" Damien was a bit puzzled. "A million and a house aren't a big deal for me. If they want it, just give it to them. Consider it thanks for raising Elara all these years."
I exchanged a sharp look with Magnus. My son was being naive.
"Damien, listen to me," I said firmly. "Those people are vampires. Once you give them what they want, they'll never stop bleeding you dry."
Magnus nodded grimly. "Your mother is right. They're a time bomb waiting to explode."
"Think about it," I continued, my voice growing colder. "Once they settle in The Capital, what happens next? They'll demand money for their son's education, his mating prospects, their retirement."
"They'll become
