Layla's pov
I hadn’t planned on visiting Blackwood Enterprises today. But something in my gut told me to check in with Damian. Lately, he’d been acting… different. Guarded. Stressed. And that was saying something for a man who always looked like he carried the weight of the world on his back.
I parked across the street, heels clicking against the concrete as I made my way to the building. The spring sun hung low in the sky, warm but heavy with the promise of a storm.
That’s when I heard shouting.
Not normal, everyday frustration. But full-blown, venom-laced screaming.
I turned the corner, heart skipping a beat—and froze.
A woman stood just outside the front doors, flanked by two very tense-looking security guards. Her long dark coat flared in the wind, her chest rising and falling w
