The room was heavy with silence, the kind that presses against your chest and makes every breath feel calculated.
Maya sat on the armchair in front of her, fingers trembling slightly, mind racing to reconcile the calm, protective Damien she knew with the ruthless force that had dismantled Beckett.
Damien stayed near the window, back to her, staring out at the horizon. The tension in his shoulders hadn’t eased—if anything, it had coiled tighter, like a spring ready to snap.
“You… you didn’t hesitate,” Maya finally whispered, voice barely audible, a mix of awe and fear. “All of it… the way you…”
She trailed off, unsure how to give voice to the storm of emotions inside her.
Damien’s gaze remained locked on the horizon, jaw tight, eyes flickering with something raw—fear.
Not fear of his
