(Damon)
The house was quiet, the kind of quietness that caused chills to run down on the bones, but I had not let myself sink into it.
I rarely slept these days…….not after my forbidden kiss with Elara. Not when vigilance had kept me alive longer than most men in my position. Not when danger had a way of creeping in through the door the moment you looked away.
My system glowed before me, screens stretching across the study in harsh blue light. To anyone else, it would have looked like meaningless code and regular logs. But I could see it….the pulse, the rhythm, the shift. I could feel it the way a predator feels the shift of wind in the forest when tracking its prey.
Tonight, I had felt it.
A tremor. It was too Subtle and almost insignificant. But my system didn’t make mistakes, which
