25

The sun is high outside the floor-to ceiling hiding mansion of the Drufts but Devon is still debating with herself whether to wake Daemon up or leave him in peace.

His men are outside clamoring to see his situation but Henry won’t allow them to see him. It was chaotic. Until now, they are still engaged in word war and she heard someone saying they have to decide who will be their new leader.

“Daemon…” she slowly nudged his thigh but he just moaned a little and went back into his deep sleep.

She sighed. He must have been so exhausted and besides that, he is still in pain from the bullet wounds. It would be cruel for her to disturb him.

But what if his men outside will kill each other? It’s not a farfetched possibility. Members of mafia groups duel it out especially now that their leader is in his weakest state to select a new one. She’s seen it. It’s bloody just like how her own father overthrew her own grandfather right in front of her eyes to demonstrate his thirst for power.

“Da