The penthouse was quiet, I sat on the edge of the bed, phone still in my hand, staring at that latest anonymous text like it was a live wire.
‘You don't really want to know how the dark side of Damien started?’
I deleted it quickly, my thumb pressing harder than necessary. Another one that made three in two days. No sender. No proof. Just enough poison to make my stomach twist every time my phone buzzed. I glanced toward the bathroom door where Damien was freshening up. Water ran steadily. He had no idea. Part of me wanted to walk in there, show him the messages, and demand answers. The other part, the tired, scared part just wanted one normal night.
I dropped the phone on the nightstand and forced a smile as he stepped out, towel slung low on his hips, water still glistening on his sho
