Even after Damien's cold warning, Adriana and Hugo continued to move, brushing off his words as if they were nothing more than idle threats.
Hmm. Damien's gaze instantly turned glacial.
That was it.
He had had enough of this clown's posturing.
He despised people like Hugo—those who leapt around with arrogant flair, throwing words and challenges like confetti, yet crumbled when it was time to face the consequences.
But even now, despite the swelling irritation in his chest, Damien remembered one thing—Hugo was still blood.
Extended family, sure. But family nonetheless.
So, for the final time, he spoke. His voice dropped into a sharp, cutting tone that rang through the courtyard like the sound of a blade being unsheathed.
"Both of you… stop where you are. Or don't blame me for being ruthless."
There was no bluster in his voice. No dramatic flourish. Just raw, steely resolve.
A shiver spread through the gathered crowd.
