The Billionaire's secret heir
“Damian… we need to get him out of here. Now.”
Damian nodded, gripping Julian in one arm while raising his pistol in the other. But even as he aimed, the shadow moved faster than the eye could track. It surged forward, leaving a streak of darkness across the basement.
The air hissed, vibrating with electricity. Rowan shouted, “Damian, it’s not physical! You can’t shoot it—it’s… it’s not really here!”
The shadow’s limb extended toward Julian, almost as if reaching for his chest. The blue glow from Julian’s eyes flared, sending out a pulse that knocked the shadow backward. But the pulse was draining the boy. His body trembled violently, sweat breaking out in sheets.