DAMON’S POV
The tension in the car was suffocating.
Olivia sat beside me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her breathing uneven. She hadn’t spoken since I took her phone and switched it off, and I could feel her eyes boring into me. Her silence wasn’t out of respect—it was fear, and that fear clung to the air like a thick mist.
I could sense it, hear it in the faint tremble of her breath, and though I’d never admit it out loud, it weighed on me.
Lucien’s name flashed on my phone screen again, breaking the quiet. I gritted my teeth and declined the call. Again. The fifth time in less than ten minutes. The guy was relentless.
“What are you doing?” Olivia finally asked, her voice cracking.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I declined Lucien’s call one more time and then turned my ph
