C45

DAMIEN

Victor’s mansion loomed ahead, with its imposing structure clouding my sight. The minute John approached the gate I spoke up loudly.

“Stop!” I said, and immediately his legs glided across the brakes.

“Is there a problem, sir?” John asked, and I shook my head. John had caught a glimpse of my action through the rear-view mirror.

Ignoring John, I fixed my gaze on the gate