The walk back to the apartment was a blur of churning emotions for Deimon. Monica's tearful pleas resonated with a strange honesty. Could she have been telling the truth? But if so, who was behind the warehouse incident, and why target Kate?
He burst into the apartment, his heart hammering in his chest. "Kate!" he called out, urgency lacing his voice. Relief washed over him as he found her sitting at the table, a mug of coffee untouched in front of her.
She looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and anticipation. "Deimon? You're back."
He rushed to her side, his need to reassure her overwhelming. "I talked to Monica." The words tumbled out, the raw anger replaced by a desperate need for answers.
Kate's jaw clenched for a moment, then she nodded. "Did she… deny it?"
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