Mia’s POV
The safe house apartment was silent except for the distant hum of the city below. I sat on the edge of the massive bed, watching Damien as he tried to rest. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bandages covering the worst of his wounds. Even injured and exhausted, he looked dangerous — a predator who refused to stay down.
I couldn’t sleep. The message from Elias burned in my mind. The real paternity results are ready. Meet me at the old warehouse at dawn. Come alone, Mia. Or Damien dies tonight.
Dawn was only a few hours away.
I stood up quietly and walked to the window, staring at the glittering city lights. My hand rested on my belly. The baby inside me had become the center of a war I never asked for. Part of me still craved Damien’s touch, his possessive claims,
