Levi's POV
For the past hours, we have sat in silence, each of us lost in thoughts.
"We need evidence against Damien… there has to be something," Lennox muttered again, for what felt like the hundredth time.
I let out a deep sigh and leaned back in my seat, thinking about the discovery we had made just hours ago. Everything pointed to Damien—but we couldn't confront him without solid proof. Still, we were getting impatient. Very impatient.
"I think we should just confront him already," I said sharply.
"He is going to deny it." Louis sighed.
I frowned. "Then we show him the dead body."
Before either of my brothers could respond, a knock echoed at the door. We all exchanged quick glances. It was still early—who would be knocking at this time?
"Come in," Lennox called out.
The door opened and, to our surprise, it was Sofia. She stepped in and closed the door behind her, walking straight toward us. Before we could even ask why she was here, she spoke.
