~ Damon ~
The smell of smoke still hung in the air, even though the fire had died down hours ago. I found myself in the dimly lit library of the estate, my fingers gripping the edge of the fireplace mantle, watching the embers flicker like fading stars.
Behind me, the grandfather clock ticked away, its sound echoing too loudly in the silence.
It was nearly two in the morning.
I hadn’t managed to sleep a wink.
The weight of the day pressed down on me—Isaac’s face, the missing footage, that close call with the archive—but none of it compared to the heavier burden lurking in the back of my mind.
The second drive.
Somewhere out there, another piece of the puzzle was waiting. And someone else was on the hunt for it.
The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor pulled me from my thoughts
