Chapter 120: Forced SurrenderEnzo's I sat on the edge of the velvet couch, my hands clasped tightly between my knees. I stared straight ahead, but I wasn't looking at the expensive paintings on the wall.I was looking at Desmond.He sat across from me, leaning back with a look of total victory. He didn't say anything at first. He just watched me. He had that same smile on his face, the one that made my skin crawl every time I saw it.It was a look of someone who knew they had already won.I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing my voice shake. I stayed silent, trying to slow my breathing.Next to me, Ren was a different story. He stood as stiff as a board, his eyes fixed on Desmond’s throat. I could feel the heat radiating off him. He looked like he was ready to leap across the coffee table and kill the demon right there. His knuckles were white where he gripped his own arms.The room was too quiet. The only sound was the faint ticking of a clock
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