Elle’s POV
Damien showed up like he always did, unannounced but never unwelcome.
It was late. I was sitting on the couch, typing on my laptop, when I heard the knock. Three soft taps. He never used the doorbell.
When I opened the door, he was standing there with a paper bag and that easy smile of his. “You forget to eat again?” he asked.
I sighed. “You act like my doctor.”
He laughed. “Well, I am the one who kept you alive.”
I rolled my eyes but stepped aside. “Come in.”
He placed the food on the table and sat down like he’d done it a thousand times. And maybe he had. For years, Damien had been the one constant in my life. The man who took me in when everyone else wanted me gone.
When Victoria ordered me to disappear, Damien was paid to make that happen.
Instead, he hid me. Change
