Damon's POV
I had made an art out of watching them.
For three months, I had watched the Storm Pack from a secure room hundreds of miles away, every feed routed through a private surveillance network that even their security team hadn't detected.
The screens covered an entire wall.
One showed the Storm Pack's medical wing. Another covered the main entrance. Others tracked the surrounding streets, the parking garage, and every route in and out of the compound.
I knew Adrian Storm's routine better than most of his own guards did.
I watched him hold doors for Lina. I watched him carry her coat. I watched the way his hand always found the small of her back, like she might vanish if he stopped touching her.
It made me sick.
"You're grinding your teeth again," Lady Aurum
