~ Damon ~
I stood by the window of my penthouse office, staring out at the city sprawled beneath me. The lights twinkled like fading embers against the dark skyline, and the streets hummed with life. Yet, in my world, everything felt unnervingly quiet.
I tightened my grip on the phone, going over the message for what felt like the hundredth time.
Do you really think you’re safe?
Those words weren’t just a threat; they were a chilling promise.
Whoever sent it was far from done.
A soft shuffle behind me pulled me from my thoughts.
I turned around.
Lila was standing near the kitchen, her arms wrapped around herself, her face a mask of neutrality. But I could see right through it. She was scared.
And she had every reason to be.
“We need to talk,” I said, keeping my tone steady.
She
