Damon made his way toward the backyard, his steps slow.
He glanced back over his shoulder, expecting to see Svetlana trailing behind him, but the space was empty.
She was nowhere to be found.
He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, shaking his head.
It wasn't that he was scared of Macey, but their dynamic was… different.
He wasn't nearly as comfortable with her as he was with Victor.
Macey had an air of authority about her, the kind that demanded respect without saying a word.
She carried herself with a level of confidence that was both impressive and intimidating.
Damon respected her, no doubt, but being around her felt more like stepping into a negotiation than a casual conversation.
As he approached the backyard, he squared his shoulders slightly, bracing himself.
Damon stepped out through the sliding door, his eyes immediately drawn to the pristine swimming pool in front of him.
