Katrina’s POV
The days after the ambush blurred together, a haze of sleepless nights and watchful eyes. Damon had tightened security, doubled the guards, locked the penthouse into something more suffocating than ever.
At first, I thought it would make me feel safe. It didn’t.
It made me feel like a bird in a cage that had been shaken too hard. The bars rattled, the world blurred, and now the doors had been locked tighter.
Everywhere I turned, Damon’s men watched me. In the hall, at the elevator, even outside the library where I tried to find peace in books. They said nothing, but their presence was enough — shadows sent to remind me that I was never truly alone.
Never truly free.
And yet… Damon himself was different.
He hovered closer, his hands lingering on my waist, his voice soft
