The car sped through the night, the city lights blurring into a sea of gold and white as Damian kept his eyes locked on the road ahead. Bella sat in the passenger seat, her thoughts racing faster than the car, her mind circling back to the events of the night—her failed plan, the near capture, and Damian’s sudden, unexpected appearance. It had thrown her off balance, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
The silence between them hung heavy, like a thick fog, pressing in on her. She could still feel the warmth of his touch on her back when he’d guided her through the corridors, the way his grip had held her firmly, almost possessively. She tried to push the thought away, focusing instead on the documents in her bag—the reason for all this chaos.
“How did you even know?” Bella asked
