Chapter 34: Fire and Flight
“Elara!" Damien’s voice tears through the darkness like a siren, bouncing off the stone walls of the estate. A deadly silence answers. Then—movement. Outside, the van doors fly open. Shadows spill out like ink—five… six… no, seven men, all in black. Armed. Strategic. Spreading out like wolves in formation. Damien’s heart slams in his chest. He curses under his breath and bolts up the stairs. There’s no time to grab a weapon. All he has is panic and raw fear. Where are you? “Elara!” he yells again, lower this time, almost pleading. A crash answers him—glass. Upstairs. He sprints toward the sound. Elara has gone to the master’s bedroom. After the argument in the hidden room—after accusing Damien of treating her like a fragile secret instead of a woman who’s already lost everything—
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