–Damon–
Interesting. I smirked as I listened to Logan's report. My wife has a way of driving everyone to the edge—madness, depression, even thoughts of self-destruction. Livana knows exactly which strings to pull to make people break. Now that Logan has handed over enough information to make her father lose his sanity, I can already imagine the chaos. The old man loves his daughters, but they've grown distant, poisoned by his own infidelity and weakness for women.
"So," Logan said, leaning back lazily, "are we going to kill them or what?"
I tilted my head slightly, raising a brow at him before Livana's calm voice cut through.
"Logan, there will be no killing of a family member until I have everything in my hands," she said casually, nibbling on her midnight snack as if she were discussing the weather.
"Well, if you say so," Logan groaned, sounding bored. "But it's getting dull. Give me something else to do."
