"Damon Slater," I repeated slowly, letting the name roll off my tongue. The five men arranged themselves in a loose semicircle, blocking our path to the garage exit. "Can't say I've heard of you."
Damon's perfectly pressed suit and military bearing screamed professional soldier. His cold smile never wavered as he took another step forward.
"I'm here on behalf of my master," he said with practiced formality. "King Zhennan requests your presence."
The name hit the parking garage like a physical force. Behind the BMW, I heard Evelyn's sharp intake of breath. Even Phoebe seemed to recognize the legendary title.
"King Zhennan?" I kept my voice neutral. "And he is?"
Damon's eyebrows rose slightly. "You truly don't know? The War God of the Northern Territories. Commander of the Dragon Scale Army. The man who single-handedly pacified the borderlands."
"Sounds impressive," I replied casually. "What does he want with me?"
