The Trap they Set
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Luna Hart — POV
“They want us to follow?”
I stared at him, trying to understand what that meant.
“Why would anyone want to be found?” I asked.
“They don’t,” Damien replied. “They want to control where we go.”
That didn’t make me feel better.
At all.
“So we’re just… walking into it?” I said.
His gaze met mine.
Cold.
Certain.
“Yes.”
My breath caught.
“You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
I let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
“Of course you are.”
Because nothing about him was normal.
Nothing about this situation made sense anymore.
“And I’m coming with you?” I asked.
A pause.
Then—
“You’re staying here.”
“No.”
The answer came instantly.
Firm.
Unshaken.
His expression hardened slightly.
“This isn’t up for debate.”
I stepped closer.
“And neither is this. If this is about me, I’m not sitting back while you go deal with it alone.”
Silence.
Tension.
Then—
“You won’t be able to keep up,” he said.
That hit.
Not because it was harsh.
But because it was probably true.
Still—
“I don’t care,” I replied. “I’m not staying here.”
For a moment, it looked like he would refuse again.
Then something shifted.
A calculation.
A decision.
“…stay close,” he said finally.
I exhaled quietly.
“Always giving orders,” I muttered.
But I didn’t argue again.
Because this time—
I got what I wanted.
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Damien Cross — POV
This is a risk.
Bringing her along—
Unnecessary.
Dangerous.
But leaving her here?
Worse.
If this is a trap, then it’s meant for me.
And anything meant for me…
Can reach her.
Which means—
Keeping her close is the better option.
Even if she doesn’t realize it.
“Don’t move unless I tell you,” I said as we stepped outside.
“I’m not a child,” she replied.
“No,” I said calmly. “But you’re not trained either.”
Silence.
She didn’t argue this time.
Good.
We moved toward the car.
The night felt different now.
Quieter.
Like something was waiting.
Watching.
I opened the door for her.
She hesitated briefly—
Then got in.
Smart.
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Luna Hart — POV
The drive felt longer than it probably was.
No music.
No talking.
Just silence.
And tension.
I glanced at him again.
He looked the same.
Calm.
Focused.
But now I knew better.
That calm wasn’t normal.
It was controlled.
Intentional.
Dangerous.
“…what happens if this is a trap?” I asked.
“It is,” he replied.
I blinked.
“You’re not even going to pretend it might not be?”
“No.”
I let out a breath.
“Great.”
Silence again.
Then—
“What happens if something goes wrong?” I asked quietly.
This time, he didn’t answer immediately.
And when he did—
His voice was lower.
More serious.
“Then you stay behind me.”
Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
Something else.
Something I didn’t want to think about.
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Damien Cross — POV
We’re close.
The location pinged again.
An abandoned building.
Predictable.
But effective.
Plenty of blind spots.
Plenty of exits.
Plenty of ways to disappear.
I stopped the car a short distance away.
“Stay here,” I said.
She turned to me immediately. “You said I was coming.”
“I did.”
“Then—”
“You’re coming,” I cut in. “But you’re not leading.”
A pause.
Then she nodded slightly.
Agreement.
For now.
We stepped out.
The air was colder here.
Sharper.
More hostile.
I scanned the area quickly.
Nothing obvious.
Which means—
Everything is hidden.
“Stay close,” I repeated.
“I am,” she said.
I moved forward.
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Luna Hart — POV
This place felt wrong.
Completely wrong.
The building stood dark and empty, windows broken, silence hanging thick in the air.
“Are you sure this is it?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
That was enough for me to stay quiet.
We stepped inside.
The sound of our footsteps echoed softly.
Too loudly.
Too exposed.
I stayed close to him.
Closer than before.
Because now—
I understood something clearly.
He wasn’t just protecting me.
He was the only thing standing between me and whatever this was.
“Hello?” I called before I could stop myself.
The word echoed.
Then—
A sound.
A soft laugh.
My heart jumped.
“We’ve been waiting,” a voice said.
I froze.
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Damien Cross — POV
There it is.
The reveal.
I stepped slightly in front of her.
Positioning.
Protection.
Control.
“Show yourself,” I said.
Silence.
Then—
Movement.
A figure stepped out from the shadows.
The house assistant.
But she looked different now.
Relaxed.
Confident.
Like this was exactly where she was meant to be.
“You shouldn’t have come,” she said.
“I disagree,” I replied.
Her smile widened slightly.
“Of course you do.”
Then—
More footsteps.
From behind.
From above.
From everywhere.
My eyes darkened.
Multiple targets.
Surrounded.
Good.
At least they’re not hiding anymore.
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Luna Hart — POV
My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else.
There were more of them.
Not just her.
Several.
Watching.
Waiting.
Trapping us.
I instinctively stepped closer to Damien.
Fear rising fast.
“This is bad,” I whispered.
“I know,” he replied.
Calm.
Still calm.
How?
“How do we get out?” I asked.
A pause.
Then—
“We don’t.”
My breath caught.
“What?”
He shifted slightly.
Positioning himself fully in front of me now.
Protecting.
Shielding.
“We end it here.”
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The woman laughed softly.
“You really think you’re in control?” she asked.
Silence.
Then—
A slow clap echoed from above.
Another figure stepped forward.
Different.
More dangerous.
More important.
“Damien Cross,” the man said, his voice smooth, amused.
My heart skipped.
Because—
That name.
He knew it.
And if he knew it…
Then everything just changed.
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