Chapter 30: The Fracture Line
The echo of Damian’s confession seemed to hover in the humid air of the concrete bunker, heavy and unshakable. The trap I built for you is the only reason you and our child are breathing free air tonight.
Chloe stared into his stormy gray eyes, looking for a shred of remorse, a sliver of the corporate mask he wore so effortlessly. There was none. There was only the raw, terrifying certainty of a man who would burn the world to ashes if it meant keeping his perimeter secure.
"Get away from me," she whispered, her voice barely a thread, yet it cut through the hum of the server racks behind them.
Damian’s jaw tightened, the thumb that had just brushed the tear from her cheek lingering for a fraction of a second before he slowly straightened to his full height
