"Damian won't see it coming."
Elijah’s voice was as smooth as ever, but there was a hardness beneath it that sent a chill down my spine. He stood close—too close—and I had to fight the urge to step away. I couldn't afford to show fear, not now, not when everything was on the line.
“He’s not as blind as you think,” I whispered, keeping my gaze steady despite the storm inside me. “Damian’s reckless, but he’s not stupid.”
Elijah’s lips curved into a slow, calculating smile. “He won’t expect a move from you. His attention is scattered. You can use that.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on me. Elijah was right—Damian’s paranoia had made him unpredictable, erratic. But what Elijah didn’t understand was the chaos it had stirred inside of me. How could I bring myself to
