Damian didn't look back as he stepped out of the mansion. He took the keys from the startled driver and climbed into the driver's seat.
"Your Highness, I will drive—" before the man could even finish his sentence, Damian had already accelerated, the tires screeching against the gravel as he tore away. He pushed the car down the winding road at a dangerous speed, his knuckles white against the steering wheel as memories from years ago began to reel through his mind like a dream.
I decided to move on, but at what expense? Liliana was my past, and I thought she would be my present forever.
"That's why you should not showcase your second wife in Varos," Liliana's voice suddenly boomed through the quiet cabin.
Damian flinched, his head turning instinctively toward the empty passenger seat before he slammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a violent halt in the middle of the deserted road.
