I blinked slowly trying to remember where I was. I was still in the same lilac dress from yesterday and then it all rushed back
The contract. The penthouse. Damian. I was in his house. I stood up from the bed walking to a large mirror placed just above the dressing table. There was a glass of water on the table and a folded note beside it.
Milly will be fine. —D
That was it. No warmth. No reassurance. Just a command wrapped in a promise.
I got up and walked to the window. The city stretched out below me, endless and indifferent. Somewhere out there, Milly was still asleep at Amara's. Or maybe not. Maybe he'd already taken her. My heart seized at the thought, and I grabbed my phone.
A text from Amara, sent two hours ago: Someone came to the apartment with a car. Said Damian Cross arra
