Trust is A Dangerous Thing
906 Words
Luna Hart — POV
I stared at the phone in my hand.
“You shouldn’t trust him.”
The words didn’t disappear.
Didn’t change.
Didn’t explain themselves.
They just… stayed there.
Heavy.
Unsettling.
My grip tightened slightly.
Who sent this?
And how did they know I was here?
A cold feeling crept up my spine.
This place…
It wasn’t as safe as he said.
Or maybe—
Maybe the danger wasn’t just outside.
I looked around the room again.
Everything still looked perfect.
Too perfect.
Like a place where nothing could go wrong.
But something already had.
I picked up the phone again, checking for anything else.
No contact name.
No number.
Nothing.
Just that one message.
My heart wouldn’t stop racing.
There was only one person who could explain this.
Damien.
I didn’t hesitate this time.
I walked straight out of the room.
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Damien Cross — POV
The leak is inside.
That was the only conclusion that made sense.
I stood in the study, staring at the screen in front of me as data moved quietly across it.
Access logs.
Security feeds.
Movement reports.
Everything was being checked.
Twice.
“Sir,” one of the men said, his voice controlled, “we’ve found something.”
I didn’t look away from the screen.
“Speak.”
“There was an unauthorized signal inside the house network. It lasted less than ten seconds.”
My eyes darkened slightly.
“Location?”
A brief pause.
Then—
“The guest wing.”
Silence filled the room.
Cold.
Sharp.
Precise.
She just got here.
Which means—
This wasn’t random.
It was planned.
Before I could respond, the door opened.
I didn’t need to turn.
I already knew who it was.
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Luna Hart — POV
“There’s a problem.”
My voice came out steadier than I felt.
He turned slowly.
And the moment our eyes met—
I knew something was wrong.
Not with me.
With him.
His expression had changed again.
Colder.
More distant.
Like the version of him from earlier.
Not the one in the car.
Not the one who almost felt… human.
“What happened?” he asked.
Direct.
Controlled.
I stepped closer and held up the phone.
“This was in my room.”
His gaze dropped to it.
For a second—
Just a second—
Something flashed in his eyes.
Recognition.
Then it was gone.
“Where did you get this?” he asked.
“It was on the bed,” I said. “Already there.”
Silence.
He took the phone from my hand.
Carefully.
Like it mattered.
Like it meant something.
“You said this place was safe,” I continued, my voice tightening slightly. “So explain that.”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he handed the phone to the man beside him.
“Trace it,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
Sir.
I noticed that.
Of course I did.
My eyes moved back to him slowly.
“…who are you, Damien?”
This time—
The question felt heavier.
More serious.
More real.
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Damien Cross — POV
She’s starting to see it.
Not everything.
But enough.
Too much, too fast.
And now—
There’s no clean way to step back.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I said.
Honest.
Partially.
Her brows pulled together.
“That’s not an answer.”
No.
But it’s closer.
I stepped toward her slightly.
Not threatening.
Not soft either.
Just enough to close the distance.
“You’re being watched,” I said.
Her breath caught.
“By who?”
“That’s what I’m finding out.”
Silence.
Her eyes searched mine again.
Looking for something real.
Something she could hold onto.
Trust.
Dangerous thing.
Very dangerous.
“…and you?” she asked quietly. “Are you someone I should trust?”
That question lingered.
Longer than it should have.
Because the answer?
It isn’t simple.
“I’m the reason you’re still safe right now,” I said.
Not the answer she wanted.
But the only one I was willing to give.
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Luna Hart — POV
That wasn’t good enough.
And he knew it.
“You keep saying things without actually saying anything,” I said.
Frustration slipped into my voice now.
Real.
Unfiltered.
“I don’t even know what I’m involved in!”
“You’re not involved,” he said immediately.
I stared at him.
“Really?” I lifted my hand slightly. “Because someone knows my name, tried to take me, followed me here, and left a message in your house.”
Silence.
Then—
“…you’re involved,” he admitted.
Finally.
Something real.
My chest tightened.
“Then stop treating me like I can’t handle the truth,” I said.
Another pause.
Another decision.
I could see it happening.
Right in front of me.
Then—
A voice cut in.
“Sir.”
We both turned.
The man from earlier stepped forward slightly.
His expression tense.
“We traced the signal.”
My heart skipped.
“To where?” Damien asked.
A beat.
Then—
“…inside the house.”
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Silence fell instantly.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Because that meant one thing.
The threat…
Was already inside.
My eyes slowly moved back to Damien.
For the first time—
I saw it clearly.
Not control.
Not calm.
Something sharper.
Something colder.
Suspicion.
And it wasn’t just directed outward.
It was everywhere.
Including…
This room.
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