{Damon’s POV}

The study door shut with a heavy click behind Mallon, sealing me in with him and the guards who filed into the room like robots. For a moment, the silence carried more weight than the threat. Mallon smirked, his pale eyes glinting with cruel amusement as if he had been waiting for me all along.

Guess I spoke too soon. Now I was trapped.

Rather than bark orders or demand answers, he strolled toward the desk, his steps measured, his presence claiming every inch of space as if it belonged to him by divine right. He let his hand drag lightly across the polished wood before turning to...