Chapter 7 – Eyes in the Dark
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The night was almost over. Most of the cars had left, and the estate stood quiet, heavy with the aftertaste of wealth and deals sealed in whispers. Aria returned to the ballroom, her dress brushing against the marble floor, her smile carefully fixed in place.
Her father stood near the fireplace, his voice low as he spoke with two men she didn’t recognize. Their sharp suits and colder eyes told her enough. Business. Dangerous business.
She stayed near the wall, unnoticed. That was her safest place.
But then her eyes found him. Damian. Standing apart, half in shadow, his tie loose, his posture calm. He looked like he belonged to no one, but everyone respected his presence.
Her stomach twisted. She thought of the sitting room, of his hand on her wrist, of the words he’d said. She tried to turn away, but her body refused.
Someone else noticed.
“Miss Blake.”
The voice came from her right. She turned to see Victor, one of her father’s men. Tall, sharp-eyed, never smiling. He had been in her life for as long as she could remember, a shadow that moved when her father wanted.
“Yes?” she asked, her voice steady though her pulse quickened.
“You disappeared earlier.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Twice.”
Her throat tightened. “The ballroom was crowded. I needed air.”
He studied her too long. She forced herself not to look away.
“Be careful,” he said at last. “This house has ears.”
Before she could answer, he was gone, weaving through the crowd with quiet purpose.
Her hands trembled at her sides. He had seen something. Maybe not enough, but enough to make her fear settle deep.
She glanced back toward Damian, but his gaze was already on her. Watching. Knowing. He had heard.
The music softened as the musicians packed their instruments. One by one, the last of the guests left. Soon the estate was still again, the rooms echoing with silence.
Aria moved quickly, her heels clicking against the marble as she slipped toward the staircase. She told herself she needed to be in her room before anyone asked more questions.
At the top of the stairs, she paused. A sound behind her made her turn.
“Aria.”
Damian stood halfway up, his voice low. His eyes swept the hall as if checking for shadows.
“You shouldn’t—”
“Victor is watching you,” he cut in.
Her stomach dropped. “He said something.”
“I heard.” His jaw was tight. “He doesn’t trust easily. And if he even suspects—”
She shook her head quickly. “Then stay away.”
His silence was heavy. He climbed the last step until he was only a few feet from her. His presence filled the narrow hall.
“You don’t mean that,” he said quietly.
“I do.” The words felt weak even as she said them. “If my father knew—”
“Then he’d end me,” Damian said flatly.
Her breath caught. He wasn’t exaggerating. He meant it.
The weight of the truth pressed down between them. This wasn’t a game, not temptation, not heat in a dark room. This was survival.
“Go back downstairs,” she whispered. “Before someone sees you here.”
His eyes lingered on her face, steady, unflinching. Then he nodded once and stepped back, melting into the shadows of the staircase.
Aria forced herself to move, walking quickly to her room. When the door shut behind her, she leaned against it, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might shake the walls.
She pressed her palms to her face. Every part of her wanted to see him again, to feel his presence, to break every rule.
But Victor’s words replayed in her mind.
This house has ears.
And if those ears truly heard, she wasn’t sure if either of them would survive what came next.
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