Chapter 22: A New Beginning
Three months later the penthouse felt different. Warmer. Less like a cage and more like a home. Isolde stood by the window watching the city lights while Damien cooked dinner behind her. The collar still sat around her neck. Not because he made her wear it. Because she chose to.
"You are smiling," Damien said. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "What are you thinking about?"
"How far we have come." She leaned back against him. "Six months ago I was broken. Now I am here. With you. Happy."
He kissed her neck. Right above the collar. "You deserve to be happy. You fought for it."
They had dinner on the balcony. The city stretched out below them like it belonged to them. Damien poured her wine and looked at her like she was the mos
