Damien’s POV
Her words landed like a cold blade pressed against the back of my neck.
"May I see the girl you captured?"
The way she said it wasn’t curiosity. It wasn’t even judgment. It was something else…low, deliberate, laced with a darkness that didn’t belong to Olivia’s usual fire. Too calm. Too steady.
I turned my head sharply, studying her face in the shadows of the car. Her profile was unreadable, her hands loose on the steering wheel now that the engine was silent. But her eyes…her eyes told a different story. A stillness. A calculation.
“Why?” My voice came out flat, stripped of pretense.
She finally turned to me, her lips pressed into that thin, guarded line she wore when she was concealing more than she was saying. “Because, Damien,” she said softly, “I need to know how fa
