The sun had not yet risen over the city when Damien stepped out of the estate, the air thick with the weight of his resolve. His wound had mostly healed, though Amara often scolded him about pushing his body too far.
But Damien could not wait anymore. Every lead mattered, and this time, Luke had something solid, an identified loyalist of Valcov, one of the few still moving freely in the underground after the chaos at the docks.
Amara was still asleep when Damien prepared, though he left her a short note on the bedside table,
Stay inside today. Lila will check on you. Trust me.
He hated leaving her like that, but she had become a part of his stability. With her nearby, he could breathe. With her watching over him, he remembered there was still more to fight for than revenge. There was l
