Katrina ’s POV
The note hadn’t left me. It pressed against me no matter where I hid it—under the mattress, inside the pocket of my robe, even now beneath the folds of a silk blouse Damon had insisted I wear. The words burned through the paper, through fabric, through skin.
One chance. One place. One truth.
I repeated it in my head until the syllables blurred, until I no longer knew if they were Cassian’s words or mine.
Every time Damon’s eyes landed on me, I thought he could see it—the betrayal stitched into my heartbeat. He studied me like a predator circling prey, silent, patient. His hand on my waist as he guided me through the penthouse made me feel tethered. His kisses felt like locks snapping shut.
I thought I could live with it. I thought I could keep both secrets buried—the me
