Lena
The next afternoon was suspiciously normal.
Which meant something terrible was probably coming.
I had reached that conclusion about Damien’s world weeks ago.
Nothing stayed calm for long.
Not in Ashbourne.
Not around the Black Quarter.
And definitely not around Damien Vale.
Still, for one rare afternoon, the city seemed quiet.
The rain had finally stopped.
Sunlight poured through the penthouse windows.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, Damien wasn’t actively threatening anyone.
At least not in front of me.
Progress.
I sat curled up on the enormous couch with a cup of tea while Elara sprawled across another chair scrolling through her phone.
The woman somehow managed to lounge dramatically.
It was a skill.
“I’m bored.”
I looked up.
“There are literall
