Celeste awoke to the sharp vibration of her phone against the nightstand. Looking at the clock on her nightstand, the time read 5:47 a.m., but the sheer volume of notifications flashing across the screen told her something was wrong.
She barely had time to process before another sound cut through the air. Damien was buzzing at her intercom.
She threw on a silk robe as she made her way to the door. The moment she opened it, Damien strode in, with zero expression.
“Turn on the news,” he said, voice calm but edged with something dark.
Celeste grabbed the remote, flipping through channels until she found it. Her name in bold letters splashed across every screen.
EXCLUSIVE: CELÉSTE GREY & DAMIEN SINCLAIR—A POWER PLAY OR A DANGEROUS ALLIANCE?
A female anchor appeared on-screen, her tone dr
