The estate was silent, no staff visible, no cars except theirs, no witnesses.Just Damian.And whatever waited inside.Damian led him through a side entrance, down a stone corridor that felt older than time, and finally through a heavy wooden door.Into a room that made Leon's blood run cold.It was empty except for a single chair in the center, metal, bolted to the floor, and a table against the far wall holding things Leon recognized from his training days.Not torture implements.Worse.Persuasion tools.The kind designed to break will without leaving permanent marks."Sit," Damian said.Leon sat.Damian didn't restrain him.Didn't need to.They both knew Leon wasn't going to run.Damian circled slowly, hands clasped behind his back."I have questions," he said quietly.Leon looked up at him. "I'll tell you everything.""I know. But not because you want to. Because you need to."Damian stopped in front of him."You helped Maxwell Gluten die in Rowan's penthouse," he said. "Why?""S
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