POV: JefferyI stood in the middle of the dark, secluded lot, my heart pounding like a trapped bird against my ribs. The cold night air stung my skin, but inside, I was burning with pure fear. Marcus and the hired men in dark coats stood by the rusty metal fence, watching me like wolves circling helpless prey. But it was Damien who stepped right into my personal space, his face shadowed beneath the flickering streetlamp.The fake, friendly expression he usually wore at the rink was gone. In its place was a sharp, dangerous glare that made my blood run cold.“How much of that did you hear, Jeffery?” Damien asked, his voice dropping to a low, icy whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.I forced myself to stand tall. My whole body was shaking from the shock of learning about Lucien’s car crash and Roland’s silence, but I knew I couldn’t show any weakness now. If I let them see how terrified I was, they’d take me out right here in the dark behind the hospital building.“I didn’t he
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