Celeste’s POV“Celeste.”His voice stopped me cold.I stood there, hand still on the door, fingers tightening just slightly. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs.“Please,” Damien said, quieter this time. “I’m not… trying to use any of this to manipulate you… Please don’t think that I’m being kind to you and helping you out just because I want to take control of you in some way.”I drew in a shaky breath, eyes slipping shut for a moment.“You don’t need to keep facing me like I’m some trap waiting to snap shut.” His voice cracked just faintly, but enough to make something twist inside me. “I’m not asking for anything. I just… I just want to make amends.”Slowly, guiltily, I turned.He sat there on the hospital bed, bandaged, pale, self-deprecating in a way I had never seen before. Not the fierce, untouchable Damien Vaughn who had once towered over everything in my life. Not the man who ruled boardrooms and had people scrambling to please him.No—this was someone raw. Someone a l
Celeste’s POVThe sounds in the room came to an abrupt halt. I looked Damien straight in the eyes. “Is there something else?”“I…” He hesitated. “Celeste, I’m not trying to pressure you, truly. But I just— I was hoping you might start to see things differently…”“I finally found it—Alginate Dressing! No idea where the nurse stashed it.”The doctor burst in suddenly, cutting Damien off mid-sentence. As I listened to Damien’s frustrated groan, I finally felt myself relax.“Alright, Mr. Vaughn,” the doctor said briskly, setting things down. “We’re going to adjust your medication and replace the dressing.”Damien didn’t look at me, didn’t look at Harper—just stared blankly ahead.As the doctor worked, he talked almost absently. “Now remember, no heavy movements, no getting the area wet, and ideally, have someone familiar help you at home for the next few days. Most of my patients rely on close family or friends to assist—people they trust, someone they’re comfortable with.”He glanced up
Celeste’s POVI pushed the door open very slowly, my heart pounding hard. Immediately I heard two distinct voices even before they realized I’d come into the room. As soon as they saw me, silence followed. Whatever low, tense voices had been murmuring inside—it was like someone hit a mute button. Damien sat half-upright in the hospital bed, a faint grimace flickering across his face as he shifted. His friend—Rob, I remembered—was by the window, arms crossed, stopping mid-sentence when I entered.My eyes locked with Damien’s, and he seemed taken aback to see me. He certainly wasn’t expecting me. I cleared my throat softly, pretending I hadn’t heard the heated edge in their voices. “How’s… how’s your injury?” I asked.Damien looked at me like I was a ghost. “I thought you didn’t come to the hospital…” he said, the emotion in his eyes so raw and unguarded that I couldn’t bring myself to say anything that might upset him.“I came with the ambulance,” I said softly. “But your team was a
Celeste’s POVI stood in the hallway, staring at the closed hospital room door like it was some kind of challenge I wasn’t sure I was ready for.God. Why am I even hesitating?It was simple, wasn’t it? Go in, thank Damien, maybe check on his condition, and leave. That’s what any normal person would do after someone took a dagger to the chest for you. But nothing about this was normal.I rubbed my palms down the sides of my jeans, pulse skittering. Auntie Eleanor was safe now—back in her room, under strict medical care, guarded outside by two officers whose presence actually made me breathe easier. She was stable, the doctors said. Still unconscious, still fragile, but alive.Damien had made sure of that.And yet… it’s not just about the rescue, is it?I exhaled shakily, pressing a hand to my chest. There were so many tangled threads between us now. History, hurt, betrayal—and beneath all of it, this maddening, persistent pull I couldn’t seem to cut loose, especially after all this.
Damien’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the ceiling — pale, dimly lit, unfamiliar.The second thing was Rob’s face, leaning over me — a crooked grin pulling at his mouth, but his eyes were tight with worry, flicking over my face like he was checking if I was really awake.“Well, well,” he drawled, “look who finally decided to rejoin the living.”I let out a low groan, trying to push myself upright — sharp pain shot through my chest, making me wince.“Careful,” Rob said, immediately pressing a hand to my shoulder to keep me down. “Relax, champ. You’ve done enough heroic shit for one night.”The doctor beside him — a middle-aged man with thinning hair and sharp eyes — adjusted his glasses, glancing down at his clipboard. “He’s right. You’re lucky to be awake at all.”I tried to wave them off, exhaling roughly. “It’s just a stab wound, not a damn heart attack.”The doctor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A stab wound to the upper chest, narrowly missing your subclavian ar
Damien’s POVI stared at the man cowering on the ground, his mouth clamped shut but his eyes screaming the truth.Genevieve.Vesper.The pieces slid into place in my mind like broken glass reforming—jagged and dangerous. She wasn’t acting alone. This wasn’t just petty revenge or some desperate grab for attention.This was war.And she had help.From people who didn’t blink at hospital abductions or putting a gun to someone’s head.“Darrow,” I snapped, rising to my feet and backing away from the man. “Dig into it. I want everything in the Vesper Mafia. Names. Shell companies. Recent movements. Find out how Genevieve got involved. And if it leads back to Nico—I want to know yesterday.”But Darrow didn’t move. He stood by the open trunk of the SUV, one hand resting on the closed case of tools, his expression unreadable beneath the shadows.Then, quietly, he asked, “Have you decided?”I stiffened. “What?”“You’ve always avoided these things,” he said, voice low, almost thoughtful. His wo