Lena
The next forty-eight hours were unbearable.
Nobody told me anything.
Well.
That wasn’t entirely true.
People told me things.
Just not the things I actually wanted to know.
Roman told me security was being increased.
Elara told me stress wrinkles were real.
Damien told me to stay inside the tower.
Repeatedly.
Which obviously made me want to leave immediately.
Not because I had a death wish.
Because I was stubborn.
And because every time Damien got that quiet, dangerous look in his eyes, it meant he was planning something.
Something big.
Something that usually involved violence.
The problem?
He was very good at hiding details.
The bigger problem?
I was getting very good at noticing when he was hiding details.
By Thursday afternoon, I was pacing.
Actually pacing.
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