Damien’s Pov
I paced the penthouse like a caged animal. Elena was staying with Alex. The thought clawed at my insides, burning hotter with every passing second. She was taking care of him. The man who “saved” her. The same man I didn’t trust for a single goddamn second. His timing was too perfect, his heroism too convenient.
I stopped by the bar cart, my hand hovering over a bottle of whiskey before I pulled back. No. Drinking wouldn’t solve this. It never did. I grabbed my coat instead, shrugging it on with sharp movements. Enough waiting in the shadows. I needed to see her. To make her understand that none of this was what it seemed.
The drive to Sofia’s apartment was a blur of neon signs and honking horns. My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. Memories f
