Alina sat curled up on the edge of her couch, staring at her phone screen. The dim glow of the city lights outside cast long shadows across her apartment, but she barely noticed.
Her mind was still replaying the words from the stranger in the black car.
"You caught the wrong man’s attention. Attention can be deadly."
Her fingers clenched into the fabric of her sweater.
She should be scared. She should be packing her bags and running as far away from Damon Cross as possible.
But instead…
She wanted answers.
And there was only one person who could give them to her.
Her phone buzzed, making her jump. Her heart pounded as she picked it up. "Unknown Number."
She hesitated. Then, slowly, she swiped to answer.
“Alina,” a low voice said.
Her breath caught. “Damon?”
