Sol's POV
"What the hell happened to your hand?" Damian asked, taking a seat across from me.
"Ask your fucking brother," I muttered under my breath, adjusting the bandage carefully.
"Wait, do you mean Dominick?" Damian raised an amused eyebrow. "I thought he was your prince charming."
"Just forget it. You have no idea what's going on."
"Then tell me," Damian growled in frustration. "Everyone seems to be keeping me in the dark."
"Keeping you in the dark?"
"Yes," he nodded. "Last night, I saw my dad moving out with some of his men, and they're not back yet. And now, you show up here."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Cut it out, Sol." He rolled his eyes. "You know something. Besides, where the hell is Dominick, huh? And why the fuck did he injure you?"
"You're overthinking this," I shook my head. "Dom and I just had a little argument, and I fell. That's it."
