"Hunter, come here." Damon’s voice slices through the silence—sharp, commanding, laced with something darker: pride wrapped in poison.
He tilts his head, eyes glinting like steel in firelight. "Let your mother see what you’re becoming." A smirk curls at the edge of his mouth—cold, sure. "Picking up the family trade… natural as breathing."
His gaze locks onto yours, unshaken.
"Blood and legacy," he murmurs. "That’s all that matters. Isn’t it?"
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