"…Huh?" Lane blinked, staring at Damien's handsome face hovering over him. The man's dark brown hair was down and slightly messy, his face still unshaven, and a bit paler than usual, with hints of exhaustion that accumulated through the past month, but he was still undoubtedly his prim and proper Damien.
And that Damien was telling him to just break the deal? Really?
Then again… Why not?
It's been, what, over fourteen years? It was about time to abolish the new rules. Lane was no longer a stupid, inexperienced, powerless (or, well, allegedly powerless) teen. He was thirty already. Wasn't it time to finally break free from the Allens' control, completely, for good?
Except that…
"It's easier said than done," he let out a heavy sigh.
"What if I were to vouch for you?" Damien suggested. "Or help you change the rules of the deal?"
It sounded nice, sure, and might have seemed doable, considering how persistently the Allens had pursued him… But Lane shook his head in response.
