SLOANE
I was sitting at the small breakfast table in my private chambers eating a grilled cheese sandwich when it happened.
It was as if the world exploded.
The loud bang was unmistakable—a f*****g time bomb detonating with enough force to shake the entire mansion down to its foundation.
My plate flew off the table, shattering against the floor in an explosion of ceramic shards. The sandwich went flying. The building at the west edge of the property erupted upward in a massive fireball, debris shooting into the sky like deadly fireworks. Chunks of concrete, twisted metal, shattered glass—all of it raining down across the grounds.
My life flashed before my eyes in rapid succession.
Damon's words from this morning echoed crystal clear in my head despite the chaos erupting around me.
