Elena's pov
The city was still half asleep as we drove toward the airport, the streets quieter than usual.
That was when it hit me.
"Wait, stop the car."
My driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his foot already moving to the brake.
"Ma'am?"
"I forgot my passport," I said, panic rising in my chest as I rummaged through my bag. "We need to go back."
He nodded and made a U-turn, heading back toward my building. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes, already annoyed with myself.
How could I forget the one thing I absolutely needed for this trip?
The car pulled up to my building ten minutes later, and I grabbed my bag, ready to run upstairs and grab it.
That's when I saw him.
Damien.
He was standing in front of my building, hands in his pockets, looking up at the ent
