The estate was quiet when Damien stepped out of the study, his face still shadowed by the weight of decisions he had made. Bringing Amara here had been the only logical choice. The hotel, the newspapers, the sudden media firestorm—all of it painted a target on her back, and he could not allow her to be exposed, not when the people they were dealing with would use any weakness to strike.
Amara had accepted the relocation silently. She hadn’t protested when Damien explained the danger. Instead, she looked at him with eyes full of both exhaustion and resolve. For once, he didn’t sense resistance in her—only understanding, and maybe a quiet relief that she wasn’t alone.
But now there was no more time to dwell on where she would stay. A new lead had surfaced, one connected to the whispers the
