"I don't think he is doing well, Liam. What if he goes on a killing spree? You know Raymond, he likes to punish people who offend him, but none of them ever ends up alive," Damon said in a low voice as he and Liam stopped in front of Raymond's room.
They had come with a purpose, to inform him that everyone he had summoned was already gathered in the courtyard, but now, standing before the door, that purpose felt secondary to the tension weighing heavily on their minds.
Liam's face dimmed instantly as he processed Damon's words. He knew exactly what Damon was referring to.
After Raymond's mother's death, Raymond had spiraled into a darkness so deep it had taken everything, and everyone, to pull him back. For a long time, he had cut ties with the underworld, refusing to use those men or involve himself in anything remotely tied to that life.
But tonight… for Lena's sake… he had called them back.
That alone said more than words ever could.
