(Damon)
Three weeks had passed since the breach, but the villa still smelled faintly of antiseptic and blood. Camila’s blood. I could still see the streaks in my mind, how pale she had gone in Elara’s arms. Now, she was walking again, although slower than before, a hand was always at her side like the wound was a reminder she couldn’t shake.
It should have given me peace to see her recover. Instead, it reminded me how close the syndicate had come. Too close. Close enough that if I hadn’t been there.….no, I couldn’t afford the thought.
I stood in the control room, watching the security feeds cycle on the screens. Outside, the night pressed against the windows like a living thing. It was too quiet and too still. My men had covered the grounds twice, Ashford was barking orders in his usual
