The penthouse was eerily silent when Damon and Alina stepped inside. The usual sense of security the high-rise walls provided felt fragile now, as if unseen eyes were watching from the shadows. "Victor was gone, but his threat lingered like a ghost in the room."
Damon locked the door behind them, his muscles still tense, his mind still running through every possible loose end. He had won the battle, but the war wasn’t over. "Victor’s last words haunted him."
*"You should’ve killed me… Because now, you won’t see him coming."*
Alina stood near the window, arms wrapped around herself. The city lights reflected off the glass, casting a faint glow on her tense features. She hadn’t spoken since their conversation in the car.
Damon walked up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
