"Let him go," Damon ordered Diana.
Diana growled in frustration. "Are you cra—"
"Diana, let him go." Damon repeated, his voice sounded more firm than before.
Diana clenched her jaw but eventually loosened her grip, shoving Julian back with disgust. Damon's cold gaze locked onto Julian as he stepped closer.
"Talk," Damon said, his tone dangerously low. "Or I'll kill you right now."
Julian's lips curled into a smile as he glanced at each person standing before him. "Like I said, Uncle," he drawled. "You need information from me, so you have to wait patiently."
Damon's fingers twitched at his side, resisting the urge to snap Julian's neck.
"Let's make a deal," Julian continued, his smile widening. "You let me go, and I'll let your dear sister go."
The more Charlotte listened to him speak, the more disgusted she felt. At this point, it was painfully clear that Julian didn't see Priscilla as his mother.
How could someone be this heartless?
