Damian stood by the hospital window, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes fixed on the skyline as dawn crept over the city. The soft hum of monitors behind him and Maya's steady breathing gave him peace—but it was short-lived.
Ron's voice crackled through his phone speaker.
"Damian… we've got something."
Damian turned slightly. "What is it?"
There was a pause.
"Oliver made a deal—with Amanda. Promised to get her out. Said he'd marry her if she told us the truth."
Silence.
A dangerous silence.
Damian's jaw tightened, the muscles in his face stiffening with disbelief. "He did what?"
"I tried stopping him—" Ron began, but Damian ended the call without another word.
His heart pounded with rage, a whirlwind of betrayal spiraling in his chest. Marry Amanda? Get her out? After everything she did to Maya? He stormed out of the hospital room, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. A nurse called after him, but he didn't stop.
