CHAPTER 3 — The Ghost From His Past
CHAPTER 3 — The Ghost From His Past
Damian tracked Hazel to a small apartment outside Chicago.
He expected a confrontation.
He expected lies.
Instead, he found her sitting alone at a kitchen table.
No weapons.
No guards.
No escape plan.
She looked exactly the same.
Calm.
Quiet.
"You came quickly," Hazel said.
Damian froze.
"You knew I would find you?"
Hazel looked at him.
"I knew you would eventually see the truth."
Damian stepped closer.
"Who are you?"
A long silence followed.
Then Hazel answered.
"My father worked for your father."
Damian's expression changed.
His father.
A name connected to betrayal, violence, and secrets.
"My father died protecting your family."
Hazel lowered her eyes.
"And I spent years making sure I finished what he started."
Damian's voice became colder.
"What did he start?"
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Hazel looked directly at him.
"Saving your life."
