The tension from the warehouse showdown still clung to Isabella as she paced the penthouse. Every shadow seemed to stretch farther. Every creak and whisper of the night amplified her unease. Victor had yet to return after chasing the ominous figure outside, and the message on her phone replayed in her mind like a sinister echo: "Look outside."
She sat on the couch, clutching her phone tightly, her thoughts circling Damien. She needed to hear his voice, to know he was safe, even if his current incarceration made that impossible. The void his absence left was suffocating.
A knock on the door shattered the silence, and she froze. Her heart raced as she stared at the entryway. "Victor?" she called out hesitantly, hoping he’d returned.
The knock came again, harder this time. Gathering her co
