Damien’s POV
The moonlight poured through the window of the rustic inn room, casting long, soft shadows across the wooden floorboards. The scent of pine and damp earth filtered in from the open window. I sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed in my riding cloak, boots dusty from the trail. My body ached, but my mind wouldn’t rest. I hadn't heard from Emily since her father called for her earlier that morning.
Every hour without a word clawed at my chest.
A knock at the door pulled me from my spiraling thoughts.
“Come in,” I said, my voice lower than I intended.
Valentina stepped inside, her face tense, her fingers curled around an envelope. “It’s a letter... from Emily.”
My heart froze.
I stood slowly and took the letter from her hands. “You can go now,” I murmured, already break
