258.Chapter 258

The night outside was deep and dark, the car window faintly reflecting Desmond's sharp and defined features.

The streets of Rowanburg were alive with activity. The driver, working for the developers of Amber Bay Complex, kept one hand on the wheel while casually updating Desmond on the city's latest developments.

"That's Rowanburg Square over there, and Greeting Avenue. We're currently on the way