The city had quieted when Selena finally returned to her office. Midnight had already stretched its silence across San Felipe, but her building was still alive—lights glowing on the top floor, her refuge and her war room.
She slipped off her heels and dropped them by her desk, exhaustion finally seeping in. The gala’s glitters and whispers clung to her skin like a curse. Bukas, headlines na naman ang haharapin ko, she thought grimly.
But when she turned on the lamp, her breath caught.
Damien was already there.
He sat in her chair as though he owned it, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened. Like a king who’d broken into his enemy’s throne room.
“Anong ginagawa mo dito?” Her voice was sharp, but her pulse betrayed her.
He didn’t move, didn’t even blink. “You ran away t
