CLAIM THE CORE
For now.
“Patience,” Damon said, his voice tight, strained. “We play a different game this time. No drugs. No blurred lines. He needs to understand, clearly, precisely, that he belongs to us. That he is ours to take.”
Kael stopped pacing, his eyes fixed on Damon. “And how do we achieve that, brother?”
“We remind him,” Elias purred, his eyes gleaming. “Subtly, at first. Then… less subtly.” He smiled, a slow, dangerous baring of teeth. “Let’s begin with an invitation. To dinner. All four of us.”