117. Alpha Damien-- our common enemy"What do you want from me?" Maria Nixon felt the separate hammering of her pulse at her throat and heart as she tentatively read the two men's impassive faces. She hesitantly looked around herself and another kind of apprehension, alarming, moistened her forehead. She was brought to a dusky warehouse on the outskirts. It was abandoned and broken from the outside. And the first impression she got was that they were Damien's guards, who were ordered to take her to a faraway place and execute her. She cried and refused to go inside. Her legs gave away when they took measured steps towards her and failed any attempt of running away she had. Her hands alternately ached and felt dead. She wailed for help but the man in his fifties bent to her and announced, "I am Peter's Dursley lawyer, Ms. Nixon. My name is Edwin Holden, and this is my co-worker, Kenneth Francis. Please rest assured we are not from Alpha Damien's troop. We work for Mr. Peter, you mus
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