The long marble hallway leading to Alec Blackwood’s floor was cloaked in eerie silence, the kind of stillness that hummed louder than any noise. Damien walked up the stairs with heavy steps, his mind still clouded with the night’s events. After tucking Salena into bed, he had only one thought—he needed to talk to Alec. Whether Alec would care or not, Damien didn’t know. But Salena’s breakdown had shaken him. She wasn’t just heartbroken—she was falling apart.
Just as Damien reached the landing, something caught his eye.
A flicker of movement—a shadow slipping past the wall near Alec’s private lounge.
His brows furrowed.
A servant? No. Not at this hour. Every staff member in Alec’s mansion had strict floor access rules, especially after dark. And Alec’s floor was as off-limits as a vault
