Lena
Three weeks later.
The city hadn’t exploded.
Which honestly felt suspicious.
After everything that had happened, I’d almost started expecting disaster to arrive before breakfast.
Yet somehow, Ashbourne remained standing.
The Black Quarter remained tense.
Salvatore remained missing.
And Damien remained infuriatingly overprotective.
Life was strange.
I stood in front of the penthouse mirror adjusting the sleeve of a black dress Elara had practically forced me into while trying not to think about how different my life looked now.
Three months ago I had been living quietly in Briarvale.
Working.
Paying bills.
Trying to save my father’s workshop.
Now I lived in a penthouse overlooking one of the richest cities in the country while dating a billionaire crime lord.
Life had
