CHAPTER 7
The Lancaster penthouse was wrapped in silence, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Selene sat alone in the reading room, curled up on a velvet armchair with an open book resting in her lap. Her eyes stared at the pages, but her mind refused to absorb the words. Images flashed through her head—Damien’s sudden kiss, the warning from the mysterious stranger, and that haunting photo he had clutched like a lifeline.
She sensed his presence before she heard him. Damien stood by the doorway, quiet and unmoving, watching her with unreadable eyes.
"You always watch me when I’m not looking," she said without turning. "It’s creepy."
Damien stepped forward, hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored trousers. "Then stop giving me a reason to watch."
"I don’t need to give
