The light on the twelfth floor wasn’t like the others. It was softer, dimmer-a pale gold glow that stretched across the hall, falling over walls of glass and steel.
Everything looked perfect, untouched, but there was something about it that made my skin crawl. It was too quiet. Too clean. Like the air itself was holding its breath.
Damian didn’t move right away. He just stood there, his hand still wrapped around mine, his eyes fixed straight ahead. I followed his gaze, but there was nothing there-just the long, empty hallway that seemed to go on forever.
Then, without a word, he stepped forward, pulling me gently with him. My legs felt like they weren’t mine anymore. Each step echoed on the floor, slow and steady, a rhythm I couldn’t control.
I tried to speak-to ask him why we were he
