Chapter 27
Damien’s POV
The drive back to the penthouse felt longer than it should have.
The whiskey still sat warm in my chest, but it had done nothing to quiet the thoughts Marcus had forced into the open. Elena was still there clearer than the empty streets, heavier than the silence in the car. Every word from the apartment replayed itself. You’re allowed to want something real. Even you.
I parked, walked up to the door. The penthouse was quiet. Soft lights still glowed in the living area. For a moment I simply stood in the entryway, listening. No movement. No sound from her room.
Elena’s POV
When the door opened my pulse picked up before I could stop it.
I rose slowly, pulled the robe tighter around myself, and stepped into the hallway.
Damien stood near the entrance to the liv
