**Chapter Fifteen**
### **Zelene**
The night after Damian’s visit, I couldn’t sleep.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word he’d said—and every word he *hadn’t* said. The way his eyes had darkened when I asked what was wrong. The way his body had tensed under my touch, like he was fighting some invisible battle.
*"If I tell you, it could put you in danger."*
What kind of danger? And why was he so sure I couldn’t handle it?
Mikey’s soft snores drifted from his room down the hall, a comforting sound that usually lulled me to sleep. But tonight, my mind wouldn’t quiet.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone, thumb hovering over Damian’s contact. I wanted to call him. To demand answers. But something stopped me—the fear in his voice when he’d said those wor
