Chapter: 8
The laser dot was gone. But my hands still shook.
I backed away from the window. Phone face-down on the bed. Damien’s keycard burned in my palm like it was on fire.
Across the street. Roof. Someone watching me for 3 years.
My wolf wasn’t purring anymore. She was pressed flat against my ribs, whining. _Hide. Run. Danger._
I didn’t run.
I grabbed the hoodie from the floor. Pulled it over my head. Then I did something stupid. Something brave.
I walked to the door. Keycard in hand.
*2:04am.*
Floor 60. Damien’s private floor.
The keycard beeped. Door clicked open.
Dark. Silent. Smelled like his cologne. Cedar + rain + something uniquely Alpha.
“Damien?” My voice cracked.
No answer. Just the sound of glass sliding. Balcony.
I stepped inside. “Damien, there was a laser.
