DAMIEN
I couldn’t sit still. Not for another second.
The house was too quiet, too neat, too damn sterile for the storm in my head. My phone lay facedown on the counter, buzzing every few minutes—Zinna, most likely—but I didn’t have it in me to answer. Not tonight. Not after everything.
Even after confronting Aliyah, even after letting out the rage that had been clawing at my chest for days, I still felt… empty. Like I’d burned everything down and was standing in the ashes, waiting for peace that refused to come.
Macey’s face haunted every inch of my mind. Her laugh. The way her voice softened when she said my name. The way her eyes had looked the last time I saw her...tired, guarded, broken. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed my keys from the counter and stared at my reflectio
