The morning sun was an unwelcome guest. Its pale light poured through the high windows of the luxurious suite, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished wooden floors. Geneva’s skyline stretched beyond the windows, a sprawling mix of modern steel and centuries-old buildings, but Elena could barely focus on the view. Her thoughts were consumed by the storm they were about to face—one that had been building for weeks.
Elena stood by the window, her gaze locked on the horizon, yet her mind remained a thousand miles away. The beauty of the view was lost on her; it all felt like a cruel joke, a stark contrast to the impending darkness that loomed over her. Everything she had fought for, everything she had hoped to protect, was about to be shattered.
Damien, as always, was the one to
