CH 41
The first light of dawn seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but the warmth of the sun did little to dispel the cold tension that gripped Damon and Aria. The city below stirred, oblivious to the storms raging inside the walls above. Every sound, every shadow, every flicker of movement could hold danger—or reveal a truth neither of them was prepared for.
Aria sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously tracing the fabric of her dress. “Damon… I can’t shake this feeling,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s like something—someone—is waiting, watching… and it’s closer than we think.”
Damon stood behind her, his hand pressing possessively to her shoulder, the heat of his body grounding her even as adrenaline surged. “Then we face it,” he said, voi
