Chapter 52
Monday morning arrived with an unusual calm. For the first time in weeks, Natalie woke before her alarm, she lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling of the guest room in Damien's penthouse. It was strange, despite everything happening around her, this was the safest she had felt in a very long time.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. "Natalie?"
It was Damien, she opened the door. He had already changed into a charcoal suit, a mug of coffee in one hand.
"I thought you might want this."
She smiled. "You're making this a habit."
He handed her the mug. "You usually need coffee before speaking to anyone."
She laughed. "So you've noticed."
"I notice a lot of things."
For a brief second, neither of them spoke, then Damien cleared his throat. "We should leave in fort
