The city stretched below them, a sea of endless lights flickering like distant stars. But in Damon’s penthouse, the world outside felt irrelevant. **Here, it was just them.**
Alina lay still, her body half-wrapped in the silk sheets of his bed, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts she couldn’t silence. Damon’s arm was draped over her waist, his breathing steady, his warmth pressed against her back like a silent vow that she belonged to him.
But did she?
Her fingers traced the edge of the pillow as she stared at the ceiling. The weight of the night, the chaos, the blood—none of it had been a dream. Adrian was gone. Not dead, but as good as. And now, she was here, in Damon’s world, trapped between the man he was and the man she was only beginning to understand.
She turned sli
