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84 A Gathering Storm

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Damien’s POV

The drive back to Renly Street felt longer than usual.

Even with the evening breeze rushing through the half-cracked window and the quiet hum of the city, my thoughts were tangled in knots. The revelation at the police station still echoed in my head , Mrs. Reynolds. The name had opened a new fault line inside my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to separate Claire from Isabelle, the connection refused to dissolve.

It was like standing on the edge of an unseen war , not knowing who the enemy truly was, but certain they were watching.

Halfway down Westmere Avenue, my phone rang. Mathias Withersmith’s name flashed across the screen. A call from him rarely meant good news.

I answered immediately. “Mathias.”

“Damien,” he said, voice low and hurried. “You need to come down to Evercrest.”

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “Why?”

“I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t serious,” he said. “There’s talk among the board. I suspect some members are moving against you. James Rail
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