CHAPTER 9
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Damian’s eyes were fixed on my phone, sharp and unreadable. His fingers itched toward it, but he stopped himself. “Did it say who sent it?”
“No,” I whispered, my hands shaking. “It was an unknown number. But… it feels serious. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
He ran a hand over his face, his expression darkening. “Allison… you need to be careful. Whoever this is, they’re not bluffing. And I have a feeling this isn’t just about you.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on me. His gaze lingered on me, intense, like he could see every fear, every hesitation. And somehow, that made it harder to stay calm.
“Damian, what are we going to do?” I asked, my voice trembling. “I can’t just… ignore this.”
He stood abruptly, moving around the desk. The presence he carried was overwhelming, commanding. “First,” he said, “we figure out who’s sending these messages. And second… we protect ourselves. No mistakes. Not now.”
I nodded, trying to steady my racing heart. “Okay. But… what about Kira? She—”
“Don’t worry about her,” he cut in sharply. “For now, she’s a distraction. The real problem is whoever’s behind these warnings. And trust me, Allison… this goes deeper than you realize.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at it, eyes narrowing. “I need to take this,” he said, stepping toward the door. “Stay here. Don’t answer any more messages. Don’t do anything rash.”
I watched him go, a knot tightening in my stomach. The office suddenly felt colder, emptier, the weight of Kira’s threat and the mysterious texts pressing down like a storm about to break.
I sank into the chair across from his desk, hands gripping the leather armrests. My mind raced. Who could be behind this? Kira? Someone connected to her? Or was this tied to Damian, to his past, to the secrets I was only beginning to uncover?
Another buzz. My phone lit up again, but I didn’t dare check it. I couldn’t handle another cryptic warning, not yet. Instead, I sank my face into my hands, trying to steady my thoughts, trying to keep the fear from consuming me.
Minutes passed, dragging slowly, until a soft knock at the door made me jump.
“Come in,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt.
Maya stepped in, holding a small stack of files. “I thought you might need these,” she said, setting them on the desk. Her eyes scanned the room, sharp, alert. “Looks like things are heating up.”
I nodded, grateful for her presence. “Yeah… more than I ever imagined.”
She hesitated, then asked quietly, “Do you trust him?”
I froze, the question hitting me harder than I expected. Trust Damian? After everything—the one night, Kira, these warnings—it was hard to even know where I stood. But looking at the files she’d brought, seeing the meticulous care in her eyes… I realized I had no choice. I had to trust him, at least enough to survive what was coming.
“Yes,” I said finally, voice low but steady. “I trust him. I have to.”
Maya gave a small nod, satisfied. “Then let’s get to work. We need to be ready for whatever’s coming next.”
I looked at the files, then back at the door where Damian had exited. My chest tightened with anticipation and fear. The walls between us were still thick, built from lies, secrets, and danger. But for the first time, I felt a spark of resolve. I would face whatever came, and I would do it with him.
Because whatever this was: Kira, the texts, the unknown threats,I wasn’t going to run. Not anymore.
The game had begun. And this time, I wasn’t going to lose.
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