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Tracking Skylo

Author: Liy Lah

Last Updated: 2025-06-30 20:44:45

DAMIEN’S P.O.V

I was pissed.

No. I was fucking boiling with rage.

It has been three hours. Three goddamned hours since my last call with Skylo and not a single fucking word from him since then.

And I don’t do well with silence, especially not from my right hand.

I’d been pacing my office like a caged animal, phone in one hand, trying to reach him again for the seventh time. Each call landing in emotionless voicemail thay signified one thing— His line was unavailable, and that did something to my chest.

Skylo wasn't one to leave me hanging. He had always answered his damn. Always. No matter where he was or what he was doing, Skylo never delayed my call.

And if he had a reason to be off-grid, I would’ve known. He would’ve told me.

Which meant he didn’t want me to know.

Which meant betrayal.

I tried Tracey’s line too. Dead.

Something just wasn't adding up.

“Get Blake!” I barked, loud enough to shake the goddamn floor and the man standing outside quickly squirred away in search of him.

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