Gavin Arthur's world crumbled around him as Adam's words echoed in his mind. The shock was overwhelming, paralyzing him. His father—the man he admired yet resented—was now a challenge he couldn't ignore. But could he really face him?
Adam's voice snapped him from his stupor. "I guess I picked the wrong guy to save this town."
The words stung, cutting deeper than Gavin expected. His hands clenched into fists, anger flickering in his gaze as he finally locked eyes with Adam. "No," he said, voice steadier than he felt. "I'm ready. Just… tell me what to do."
Adam's lips curved into a smile that held a hint of approval. "Good. That will make this easier—for both of us." He stepped closer to Gavin, his eyes hardening. "But remember, you don't have much time. If you're waiting for a convenient moment, you'll be waiting forever. Time isn't on your side, and hesitation is not an option."
