Chapter 216: Time to Play This Game Differently**

Elara's POV

Staring at the flat, toneless drone of the phone in his hand, Damian's face was as bad as I had ever seen it.

Cold wind carried the stench of scorched metal across the police tape.

I looked at his rigid back and felt a chill seep through me.

In this purge that had swallowed the whole...

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