Daemon’s POVI walked through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, my body aching from the fight, but my mind sharper than ever. Every step I took brought me closer to the one person I loathed to face—Bryan Reynolds.My father wasn’t a man who tolerated failure, weakness, or defiance. He was ruthless in business, relentless in control, and utterly devoid of human warmth. If he wanted to see me at this hour, it wasn’t for small talk.The study doors loomed ahead, massive and intimidating, but I didn’t hesitate. Pushing them open, I stepped inside, meeting the cold gaze of the man who had shaped me into who I was.Bryan sat behind his mahogany desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his suit immaculate as always. The dim lighting cast shadows on his sharp features, making him look even more calculating.“Daemon.” His voice was smooth, indifferent, like he hadn’t just summoned me in the middle of the night. “You took your time.”I shrugged, ignoring the sting in my muscles. “I was busy.
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