Aria's POV
I woke to darkness pressing against the windows.
For a disorienting moment, I had no idea where I was. The unfamiliar weight of the blankets. The scent of cedar and something medicinal. Then it all came rushing back—the helicopter, the estate, Damian alive and bandaged in this bed beside me.
I'd fallen asleep.
My phone was vibrating insistently on the nightstand, screen lit up like a beacon in the dim room. I reached for it carefully, not wanting to wake Damian, and my heart sank when I saw the notification count.
Forty-three messages. Twelve missed calls.
*Damn it.*
I'd been so consumed with getting to Damian, so desperate to confirm he was alive, that I'd completely forgotten about everything else. The company. The projects. The people depending on me to
