~ Lila ~
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I showed up earlier than I really needed to.
Not because I was excited.
But because sleep had once again eluded me.
The bed beside me had been empty for hours—Damon had slipped out before dawn. No note. No text. Just vanished. And when the house falls silent like that, my thoughts don’t just murmur—they roar.
So here I was.
Back in the glass tower with its overly polished floors and forced smiles. My reflection stared back at me from the elevator’s shiny walls, looking all pristine and detached. I appeared to fit in here.
But I didn’t.
I wasn’t here to blend in. I was here because someone needed me to stand out.
To be traceable.
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Celeste barely looked up when I stepped into the office.
Not that I was expecting a warm welcome.
She glanced up from her laptop, on
