"This is where my authority comes to a halt."
At the doors of the massive wooden gate, the bull Deamon spoke, his voice low and final. His silver eyes shimmered faintly as they settled on Enzo, carrying a trace of something between caution and reluctant respect. The doors towered above them, ancient wood reinforced with unseen power, the grain etched by time and something far older than either of them.
The villa beyond was prohibited ground. Even he and his elder brother were barred from crossing this threshold. Only the challenger could enter. Only one soul held the right to step beyond this point.
"Okay," Enzo nodded.
His answer was simple, calm, almost careless. Whatever awaited him inside had been prepared by Victoria herself. If this place was meant to judge him, then it was not meant to kill him. At least, that was what he believed.
