Kiara’s POV
The city slept. But I was already at war. Even at this hour, lights spilled across the skyline, a restless pulse of life below. From my apartment window, I could see the glow stretch endlessly, cars slicing through the night like veins of fire. But none of it touched me. None of it reached the storm that churned in my chest.
I sat on the edge of the couch, glass of wine balanced loosely in my hand, the deep red liquid catching the light. I swirled it slowly, staring at the spiral it formed before lifting it to my lips. It tasted like nothing. Bitter, flat. Just like everything else lately.
Damon.
His name was a constant, echoing in my head whether I wanted it there or not. Damon pacing his office, Damon shutting me out with clipped words, Damon looking at me like I was an i
