Chapter Thirty Nine.
Dinah's POV
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I should’ve known peace was temporary.
Jayden’s penthouse still smelled like cinnamon tea and I was barefoot, wearing nothing but his oversized black shirt, and curled up on the couch like I hadn’t just set the fashion industry ablaze twenty-four hours ago. The silence was... deceptive. Like the world was holding its breath before chaos descended.
I peeked through the door’s peephole...
And nearly lost all feeling in my legs.
Daniel.
I stumbled back two steps before I could stop myself, my breath catching in my throat like it had something sharp clinging to it.
"Jayden!" I called back too quickly.
He was already stepping back into the room, his eyebrows raised. "What’s wrong?"
I didn’t answer with words. Just pointed at the door.
He frowne
