Alina lay awake in the dimly lit bedroom, staring at the ceiling as the city outside buzzed with life. Sleep was a distant luxury—her mind was too restless, replaying every terrifying moment of the past few days. Adrian was gone, but the nightmare hadn’t ended. Vincent was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike.
Beside her, Damon sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, his muscles tense with worry. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across his face, making the exhaustion in his features even more pronounced. He had barely slept, always on high alert, as if he expected Vincent to come crashing through the doors at any moment.
“You should get some rest,” she murmured, reaching out to touch his arm.
Damon sighed, rubbing his temple. “I ca
