Damien's POV
The night had been a disaster.
I'd tossed and turned, fighting a battle against my own thoughts. Every time I closed my eyes, Remi was there—laughing, smiling, standing on those stairs in that dress. Her presence had dug its way into my mind, clawing through the walls I'd spent years building.
By the time sleep finally claimed me, it was almost morning, and I could've used a few more hours of peace. But, of course, peace wasn't in the cards.
The sharp, insistent ring of my phone yanked me from the fragments of a dream I wouldn't admit to anyone, not even myself. I cursed under my breath, groping for the device on my nightstand.
"Yeah?" I growled into the phone, my voice thick with sleep.
"It's Adelaide," came the familiar clipped voice on the other end.
