Damian Pov:
I sat down by the pool side, hands buried in watching the city lights flicker like tiny stars scattered across the earth. The silence in the penthouse was too loud. I had just returned from dinner at the Blackwood mansion,it left me with an emptiness i couldn't name.
I scoffed under my breath. "That damn dinner," I muttered.
Lira had walked into the lion's den that night with her head held high. She wore elegance like it was armor, not shaking not flinching even when Harold took those low jabs. She’d held her ground, smiled with a quiet grace, and reminded everyone, even him, why she was more than just a pretty face.
I let out a short breath. "She didn’t let them get to her. Not even once."
And that was when the thought struck me. That poised woman who stood at my side ton
