The night felt wrong.
Elena sensed it the moment she stepped into Damian’s penthouse again. It wasn’t just quiet, quiet was normal for this place, a fortress in the sky overlooking the city’s glittering chaos. No, tonight’s silence was heavier, thicker, like the air was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
Damian’s men moved through the hallways with stiff shoulders and clipped footsteps. She caught the somber looks they exchanged, the way their hands hovered too close to their weapons, as if expecting danger to come bursting through the glass walls at any second. Their voices, usually bold, sometimes loud enough to echo, were barely whispers.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
She glanced at Damian, hoping he would offer an explanation. But he didn’t. His jaw wa
