CHAPTER 79 : FREEDOM OR FIRE

"Ivanka, the past never dies. It waits.

"You're dead," I said to him.

The guy in front of me, however, wasn't a ghost.

Like a razor, Damian's sneer sliced through the mist. He stood upright, his eyes dry, his black coat wet

from the storm outside. Despite everything he had done, the spark in the...