Chapter 128

“It really seems you’re set on ending this,” Damon said, voice low with disbelief and fury. Sloane didn’t even blink. “Did I stutter?” she replied. “Or are you just pretending not to see it?” Her tone was sharp enough to slice through bone. Her eyes were cold. And Damon felt every word like a slap. She was done with him. Done. The realization slithered under his skin like poison. He scoffed, a humorless, broken sound. Fine. Fine. If she wanted to leave the safety of his name, his influence, his protection— Let her. He would love to see how long she lasted without him in a world where power devoured the powerless. “Alright then,” he said with a cold smile. “Don’t come crying back later.” Then he spun around, storming down the corridor. But as he walked, he counted. In his head. Three… Five… Ten… She’ll run after me. She always does. Twenty… Thirty… Fifty… She’s stubborn. Let her sweat a little. Seventy… Eighty… One hundred. He reached the hospital entrance. He waited. One minute. Three.