Katrina’s POV
The first thing I heard wasn’t the alarm, wasn’t the city waking below the penthouse windows—it was Damon’s voice. Sharp. Controlled, but laced with a dangerous undercurrent I hadn’t heard before.
“Impossible!” he barked, and the sound vibrated through the thick walls of my bedroom. My stomach knotted.
I bolted upright in bed, heart hammering, sheets tangled around me. Outside, the city hummed obliviously, but up here, the air felt charged with a storm I couldn’t escape.
I pressed myself against the headboard, trying to steady my breathing, and finally whispered, “Lorna…
He appeared immediately, as if summoned by my panic. Lorna’s expression was tense, a flicker of worry crossing his sharp features. “Miss Voss,” he said quietly, eyes flicking toward the living area. “You
