Chapter 62

  Damien's POV

  Julian's words landed like a blow to the chest.

  "We need to talk."

  I leaned against the doorframe, swirling the bourbon in my glass. He looked rattled, more than usual. Julian didn't rattle easily. That alone made my pulse spike.

  "Can't this wait until after breakfast?" I draw...

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