Kiara’s POV
I’ve never believed in waiting.
Waiting is for women who don’t know what they want. For fools who think love is a favor to be returned. But love is war. And war is won by action.
Damon barely touched his coffee this morning.
It sat cold on the kitchen counter, untouched—just like me.
I watched him from the doorway, arms crossed, my silk robe loose enough to remind him of what we’d shared. What he’d already forgotten.
He stood by the window, jaw clenched, phone in hand. No words, no good morning, no smile. Just silence, and that faraway look that always meant one thing.
Her.
Again.
It was like every time I got close to him, the ghost of Isabella slithered between us. A name he didn’t speak aloud anymore, but one I could feel pulsing under his skin.
And I was tired of b
