(Damon)
Night quickly came as the sky darkened. The night air clung to me like smoke as I stepped into the estate. I could still see broken shards of glass on the floor, a reminder of the syndicate's attack. The lights along the pathway were dim, most of the grounds swallowed in shadow, but I knew the silhouette figure waiting by the fountain even before she turned.
Sera.
Her posture was as it always was. It was calm and elegant as always but still predatory. She had not changed, not really. It wasn't like I had expected her to change few hours after we met at the hospital. I still recognized the sly curve of her mouth, the same dark eyes that could peel back every shield I wore. For years I let those eyes in. Tonight, they were nothing more than weapons.
“You came,” she said, her voi
