Damon's POV
The seventh floor of Gehenna Tower.
I turned slowly beneath the glass sand table, my bare feet gliding across the cool jade floor. Expensive agarwood incense hung thick in the air, and pale starlight filtered through the windows, casting me in cold, ethereal shadows.
I'd worn this emerald silk robe the first time I saw her.
Lina.
The memory of her in my arms, dancing, sacred and perfect, played on an endless loop in my mind. My eyes closed as I surrendered to it, letting the phantom sensation of her warmth consume me.
"Little rose," I murmured into the darkness. "How much longer will you make me wait?"
My fingers traced the sharp line of my brow, and I felt my lips curve without warmth.
A presence lingered near the door. Byron Finch, hunched and silent
