Aria — First Person POV
I barely made it three steps out of the building before the cold night air caught in my throat. The city lights blurred through the haze of confusion Damian had left me in.
The way he’d looked at the phone.
The way the softness had died in his eyes.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
I kept replaying his voice, the command that wasn’t quite anger but something worse:
“Go home. Now.”
I told myself not to look back.
I failed.
Through the glass of the top floor, his silhouette stood rigid, unmoving, like a dark statue carved from fear and fury. I’d never seen Damian still. He was always in control, always calculating.
But tonight…
He looked like someone expecting the ground to open beneath him.
I hugged myself and walked toward the station.
I didn’t mak
