Rayna POV
The door clicks shut behind Damon.
And just like that, I’m alone.
Silence settles thick in the room. No voices. No footsteps. Just the crackle of embers in the hearth and my own heartbeat slowing from its restless pace.
For a second, I just stand there.
I’m safe. For now. That’s what Lira said. That’s what Damon promised.
But it doesn’t feel real yet.
Leader of the rogues... Of course it’s him. Of course it’s Damon. It explains too much - the way everyone looks at him, the way the camp moved when he spoke.
Why would someone like that waste his time on me? What does he actually want ?
I push the thought away and turn slowly in place, taking in the room with clearer eyes.
The main space is practical - shelves with weapons, knives lined in perfect rows, packs half-packed
