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A Brother's Gratitude

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-10-23 00:23:50

​DAMON'S POV:

​I pulled my phone out of my pocket. My fingers fumbled slightly against the glass screen before I managed to unlock it.

​I dialed a direct number I had memorized during my years in intelligence. It connected straight to Serena's old police precinct, reaching the dispatch officers who knew her voice and her badge number.

​"This is Damon Varek," I said immediately when the line picked up. "I need an emergency medical team and a transport unit sent out to my location right away. The
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