Chapter 16: The Storm Breaks
The morning after Damian put the ring on my finger starts perfect.
Sunlight pours through the penthouse windows, turning everything gold. I wake up wrapped in his arms, the diamond catching the light every time I move my hand. It feels heavy in the best way, like a promise I can feel on my skin. He’s still asleep, breathing slow and steady, the scar from the bullet wound a fresh pink line across his ribs. I trace it with my fingertip, careful not to wake him.
For the first time in weeks, the nightmares didn’t come.
I slip out of bed quietly, pull on one of his shirts, and pad barefoot to the kitchen. The new chef Marcus hired has the day off, so it’s just me and the ridiculously huge espresso machine. I manage to make two cappuccinos without setting off any
