Damon's POV
The police station buzzed with early morning activity as I settled into an uncomfortable chair. After finding Sasha, returning home seemed pointless. Dawn was approaching, and I'd need to leave for work soon anyway. No sense disturbing my sweet Maya's sleep. But someone else deserved to be disturbed. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I'd known by heart since childhood.
"Damon, good morning! Have you finally come to your senses?" Father answered with his trademark composure. He'd always been an early riser, undoubtedly already settled in his library with his morning papers spread before him.
"Dad, my senses were never gone," I matched his calm tone. "I'm calling to clarify something you seem to misunderstand. Sasha is a dead end. I will never return to her, and if she interferes with Maya again, I'll sever all household ties. Stop using her as your pawn. It won't work and only serves to infuriate me."
