Chapter 55

• DAMON.
• I was seated on one of the vintage couches adorning the drawing room. My mother sat on the other end of the room, one leg crossed over the other as she sipped daintily from her glass of wine. She carefully placed it on the marble coffee table before she finally faced me.
• Fallon Blython was leaning against one of the wooden furniture by the wall and he leaned against it, a look of determination on his face. I wondered what he had up his sleeves.