Katrina’s POV
The hum of the jet still lingered in my ears long after we landed, as if the sky itself refused to release me. For hours, I had stared through oval windows at endless clouds, breathing an illusion of freedom. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, I had almost forgotten the weight of Damon’s shadow. Almost.
Now the ground was beneath my feet again, marble polished to such brilliance it reflected my restless steps as Damon’s men escorted us into his private estate. The air here always felt different—controlled, guarded, cold. A fortress draped in velvet.
I should have been grateful for the brief escape. Instead, it left a hollowness in my chest, a longing that refused to be quieted. For a moment on that plane, when Damon leaned close to murmur something only I could hea
