They parted to freshen up in their respective rooms—Maya sent a quick text to Harper, while Damien phoned Ashcroft.
He’d spent most of the afternoon holed up in his suite, fielding call after call, quietly setting their next moves in motion.
They had to be more careful now. With Orion’s shady involvement—and Ethan Miller’s all-too-convenient appearance—they couldn’t afford to trust what they saw.
Better to keep Ashcroft in the shadows, and Damien visible, calm, unbothered. Better than Damien vanishing… or worse—both of them disappearing.
Just before 7 PM, Harper knocked on Maya’s door—dressed in matching silk pajamas, a little more glammed up than usual, but still unmistakably Harper: bright, reliable, and always ready to hype her up.
“You ready?” she grinned. “Let’s go flirt with dan
