Kate's POV
The days blurred.
Honestly, the panic that had hijacked the penthouse the night Damon drove me here at twice the legal speed felt like something happening on the other side of thick glass. Dark web. Eight figure bounty. Professional contractors with names I had never heard of. The words came from a world I had never lived in, and my brain quietly refused to accept that any of it was real.
What was real was the rhythm of my life sliding back into a familiar shape. The same shape it had taken when I first signed the contract with the Voss brothers. A fridge that never emptied. Wine in the rack I would never finish. The hush of an apartment that was too large for one person.
The differences were small. Since Damon's last delivery, fresh flowers arrived every morning with the gr
