Chapter Nine – The Ledger
“Curiosity is a blade—it cuts the lock and the hand that holds it.”
Katrina’s POV
The morning after Damon’s outburst, the penthouse is silent. Too silent. He left early, not a trace of him lingering except the faint scent of cologne clinging to the halls and the shattered decanter someone had cleaned away as if it never existed.
But monsters leave trails—even when they try to erase them.
The study door, usually locked, stood cracked open. My heart drummed as I pushed inside.
The room smelled of leather and ink, shadows stretching over shelves lined with books no one read. On the desk sat a thick, black ledger, its spine cracked from use, its pages waiting like an open wound.
I told myself not to look. But I did.
Neat handwriting filled the lines—dates, su
