CH 39
The city hummed below, oblivious to the storm brewing within the walls of the abandoned high-rise. Damon and Aria stood together on a secluded balcony, the wind whipping through their hair as the first pale light of dawn cast long shadows across their faces. The events of the previous night weighed heavily on them—every narrow escape, every threat, every surge of desire intertwined with danger, making them both fierce and vulnerable at once.
Aria’s fingers were entwined with Damon’s, holding on as if the grip itself could anchor her to safety. “Do you ever feel like we’re walking a tightrope?” she whispered, voice trembling with both fear and anticipation.
Damon’s eyes darkened, possessive and intense. “Every day,” he admitted. “But as long as we have each other, we don’t fall. N
