Damon walked toward Vincent like a man who had nothing left to lose. No fear. No hesitation. No mercy. Each step echoed with the weight of everything Vincent had taken from him— his childhood, his freedom, his peace, his brother, and now… Maria. Aria watched him move like a storm contained in human form. Not wild. Not reckless. But controlled. Deadly. Vincent’s smile slowly faded as Damon approached. He could see it now— This wasn’t the broken boy he’d molded, beaten, shaped into a weapon. This was a man who had surpassed him. “Damon,” Vincent said, voice calm but tightening at the edges, “you don’t want to do this.” Damon kept walking. “Yes,” he said coldly. “I do.” Sable stepped in front of Vincent, knife at the ready. Vincent held up a hand. “No. I want to hear him.” Sable hesitated—but obeyed. Ethan watched from the ground, breath shallow. “Aria,” he whispered, “if Damon snaps—Vincent dies. And if Vincent dies—Damon loses everything.” Aria barely heard
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