Chapter 5: A Dangerous Sanctuary
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Lilah didn’t have a choice.
Damien didn’t give her one.
One moment, she was standing in the ruined bookstore, still struggling to process what had just happened. The next, Damien’s fingers wrapped around her wrist, and the world blurred.
A rush of cold flooded her senses. It wasn’t like stepping outside on a winter night—it was deeper, unnatural, like being submerged in shadow itself. Her vision flickered, the city around her distorting, stretching, until—
They reappeared somewhere else.
Lilah stumbled, her knees nearly buckling as a wave of dizziness crashed over her. Damien’s grip tightened, steadying her effortlessly.
“What the—” She sucked in a breath, blinking rapidly. “What just happened?”
“Shadow-walking,” Damien said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You’ll get used to it.”
She wanted to snap at him—I don’t want to get used to it!—but then she looked around.
They were in a penthouse.
Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one side of the massive room, revealing a breathtaking view of the city’s skyline. The space was sleek and modern, all dark wood and steel, but something about it felt… ancient.
She turned back to Damien, her pulse still racing.
“Where are we?”
“My home.”
Lilah swallowed hard. It made sense. Of course he wouldn’t be living in some normal apartment. Everything about this place radiated power—just like him.
Damien released her wrist and moved toward the bar in the corner, pouring himself a glass of something dark. His movements were effortless, fluid, like he was used to people obeying him without question.
Lilah’s heart was still hammering.
She folded her arms, trying to appear calm even though every nerve in her body was on edge. “Why am I here?”
Damien took a slow sip of his drink before meeting her gaze. His crimson eyes seemed to glow in the dim light.
“You think those creatures were the only ones after you?” His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it now. “That was just the beginning.”
A chill slithered down her spine.
“But I don’t even know what’s happening,” she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. “Why are they after me? What did you do to me?”
Damien exhaled, setting his glass down. Then, in one smooth motion, he closed the distance between them.
Too close.
Lilah sucked in a breath as he reached for her hand, turning her palm upward. The mark still shimmered faintly against her skin, a haunting reminder of the moment he touched her in the alley.
“This,” Damien murmured, his fingers brushing against the mark, “is a claim.”
Her pulse skipped.
He lifted his gaze to hers, his expression unreadable. “It binds you to me. It means you’re under my protection.”
Lilah yanked her hand back. “I never asked for that.”
A shadow of a smirk curved his lips. “Doesn’t matter. It’s already done.”
Heat flared in her chest—anger, frustration… and something else.
“You can’t just claim me like I’m some—some possession!”
Damien’s expression darkened, his amusement vanishing. “You think I wanted to?” His voice was lower now, rougher. “You think I go around marking innocent little humans for fun?”
Lilah swallowed. His words sent a shiver through her.
“If I hadn’t done it, you’d be dead by now,” Damien continued, his eyes burning into hers. “Those creatures weren’t after me, Lilah. They were after you.”
Her stomach twisted. “But why?”
Damien hesitated. For the first time since she met him, he actually looked… unsure.
“You’re different,” he finally said.
Lilah frowned. “Different how?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, his gaze dropped to her lips for the briefest second before he turned away, running a hand through his dark hair.
“You should get some rest,” he muttered. “We’ll figure this out tomorrow.”
Lilah’s body was still buzzing with too many emotions. Fear. Confusion. A strange, unwelcome thrill every time he looked at her like that.
But she didn’t argue.
Because deep down, no matter how much she wanted to deny it…
She knew Damien was the only thing keeping her alive.
And she wasn’t sure if that terrified her more than the creatures hunting her.
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