Chapter 15
Damian's POV
The phone rang at 11 PM.
I was in my office, fumbling through numbers that commanded my attention more than the figures in front of me-figures that I’d paid little mind to as the memory of Lena’s face in the library earlier consumed my every thought, her eyes on mine as she posed a question I wasn’t ready to answer.
Why didn't you say no?
I'd been wrestling with that very question for weeks now.
The phone buzzed on my desk, and I saw that familiar ache in my chest when I recognized that number. The number that I never had and never could bring myself to delete from my phone-the one I never stopped bracing myself for.
I picked it up.
"Damian." The voice was older, more gravelly than before, but the weight it carried-the power it commanded-had remained intact.
