The drive back to Damian’s penthouse was suffocating.
Elena sat stiff in the passenger seat, gripping her trembling hands so tightly that her fingernails dug crescent marks into her skin. She didn’t even notice the sting, her mind was too full of the gunshot echoing in her skull, the image of the man collapsing, lifeless, as blood seeped across the warehouse floor. The metallic scent of it still clung to her memory like smoke.
Outside the window, the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and blue, but she barely saw them. Each flash brought back the muzzle flare from Damian’s gun.
Silence filled the car, not peaceful silence, but thick, heavy, unbearable. A silence that spoke of danger, of secrets she was never meant to witness, of a world she had accidentally stepped into and couldn
