Mag-log inPanic flooded my senses. I waved my arms frantically before hitting the figure in the stomach. As soon as he let me go I turned on the lights. “Mr. Reeves” I called out in shock. He looked up at me and glared. “Miss Dickens, it’s you. Didn’t anyone tell you you’re supposed to be here?” I averted my eyes from his glare. He massaged his temples and sighed deeply. He walked away from the area with his hand on his stomach and I quickly walked after him. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Reeves. I don’t know what came over me. I just got curious” I pleaded, fearing for my life.
“I’m not some sick monster who can kill without batting an eye, miss Dickens” He rolled his eyes before turning to me. “What were you doing there?” He closed the distance between us. His eyes had emotion. Just one; anger. He backed me against the wall and lowered his head so we were at the same eye level. I shuddered under his cold gaze.
“W-well, I was bored so I got curious” when he didn’t budge I began to quiver. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again” I pouted. I could have sworn I saw him glance at my lips before he pulled away. “Don’t do it again” He said in a low voice, almost a whisper. My heart was still pounding as I watched him walk away.
I woke up early to apologize to Mr. Reeves but I missed him. I got a call from the doctor taking care of my mom in the hospital that they would begin the procedure. I felt relaxed and guilty at the same time. Alice came over again. She had brought some clothes with her and forced me to try them on for research purposes but later confessed they were clothes she didn’t need anymore and wanted to give to me. I knew she was lying because I had seen the tag on one of the dresses but her smile and persuasiveness didn’t let me turn them down.
Feeling guilty about last night’s incident, I opened up to herabout it. She scolded me a little bit. “Damon is a very strict man. He hates people who do things behind his back and those who lie. If you want to escape his wrath, you shouldn’t do either of these” Alice advised.
“When you see him later, give him a proper apology. That way you can gain his trust and live in peace until that evil organization is found” Alice left after that to go to work. A driver came to pick her up. She waved at me before closing the car window, her smile slowly fading and her eyes devoid of emotion. She dialed a number that picked up after the first ring. “I’m on my way. Yes, she’s safe at home.” Alice smirked. “Are you worried about her, Damon?” she grinned at his response on the phone. “Don’t worry. She won’t go out of line again. Trust me.”
I spent the day in my room before going downstairs, looking for what to do. Miss Jane wasn’t any help as she dismissed me each time. Preaching about how she would never let a guest do dishes or sweep floors. It put me in an awkward position every time I was served food or attended to. I couldn’t wait to see Alice again. I had thought of her advice thoroughly and planned to wait for Damon till he got home. Miss Jane couldn’t stop me from waiting in the living room while everyone was already going to sleep. She later gave up and went inside. I fiddled with my phone until I dozed off.
Mr. Reeves walked into the penthouse at midnight and spotted me immediately. He stared at me for a moment, contemplating what he should do. He attempted to pick me up but feared stirring me awake so he got a blanket to cover me. In his attempt to complete the gesture, he slipped and fell on top of me. I sprang awake to meet his eyes with equal surprise. I could feel his breath on my face as my heart pounded. He stood abruptlylooking flushed, an expression I had never seen on his face before. “Sorry about that. I was trying to cover you” feeling flustered, he began to walk away but I held onto his arm. He turned to look at me as I slowly pulled him back. “I waited for you all night because I wanted to properly apologize to you, Mr. Reeves” he was about to say something dismissive so I spoke first. “I shouldn’t have invaded your space like that. It’s the least I can do after all you have given me” I bowed politely.
Mr. Reeves stared at me for a moment before shrugging “That’s alright” he responded calmly.
I beamed at him “Thank you, Mr. Reeves”
“Damon” he muttered, averting his gaze.
“What?” I didn’t hear him.
“Call me Damon” he looked at me now, his eyes holding an unfamiliar emotion.
I could feel my heart race and churn in my stomach. I hid my blush and gave a small smile. “Damon” I said slowly, as if testing his name on my tongue. He nodded. “Then you can call me Emma” My eyes subtly telling him to say it.
“Emma” he smirked, sending those annoying shivers down my spine. He suddenly became serious and gave me that distant look “Ill see you later” he said dismissively before he went upstairs. I stared at his back, feeling confused by his sudden change in tone.
I squinted my eyes shut in an attempt to fall asleep but couldn’t. I opened my phone to see a notification from the doctor telling me he had something important to tell me tomorrow regarding my mother’s condition. I got out of bed and navigated my way to Damon’s room like Alice had shown me. I was about to knock when I noticed the door was slightly open. I could hear his voice. It seemed like he was on the phone with somebody.
“Everything is going according to plan. We’re locating the weapon shipments as we speak” He sat on his bed. “Oh, the girl?” I held my breath. He laughed. A cold and deep one, making me shudder. “You don’t need to worry. She’s just a pawn. Nothing more”.
(Emma’s POV)I ran to him before I even realized I was moving, my legs carrying me faster than my thoughts. Damon was there, fragile and battered, sitting slumped against the dirt, the sweat and blood on his clothes mixing with dust. My hands shook as I dropped to my knees beside him. “Damon,” I whispered, almost afraid to speak the name aloud, as if saying it too loud would shatter the fragile reality of this moment.He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Exhaustion lined his face, his jaw tight, and the faint tremor in his hands betrayed how much he had been through. Even like this, even wounded, even weak… he looked at me with that same intensity I had loved, the same unwavering focus, and it hit me that he had been searching for me all this time. All those nights I had spent wondering if he was even alive—he had been out there, thinking about me, moving through danger for me.“Emma…” His voice was raw, weak, hoarse, but it carried everything he felt. I immediately pressed a hand to
(Damon's POV)I had been circling the city like a ghost, chasing shadows and dead ends, when my phone rang. Alice’s name lit up the screen. I almost ignored it. I was tired of interruptions, tired of explanations, tired of pretending anything else mattered more than finding Emma.“I’m busy,” I said the moment I answered, already walking toward my car. But then I heard the sound that made my chest lock up. She was crying in broken, gasping sobs.“Alice,” I said sharply. “What’s wrong?”“You need to come to base,” she choked out. “Right now. Damon… please. It's Emma.” The line went dead. I don’t remember the drive. I remember red lights blurring into one long smear, my hands white-knuckled around the steering wheel, my heart beating like it was trying to claw its way out of my ribs. Every ugly thought I’d been forcing down for days came roaring back of Emma hurt or worse. Dead. By the time I burst into the base, my lungs were on fire. The security room doors slid open, and my jaw flexed
(Damon's POV)By the time I returned, all I found was blood and signs of a violent struggle. Emma was gone. My heart sank. Where could she have gone? From the looks of the living room, there was clearly a struggle. But the men were dead, with cold, empty eyes. So where did Emma run to? Did she get so scared she left the house to somewhere safe or did she lose so much blood she died somewhere else? I really hoped it was the latter. Just the thought of Emma lying lifeless left me feeling empty.I tried to connect to connect the dots. I looked at her messages carefully, searching for signs or clues. There was only one. Selina's name was mentioned in her first text. Did she come over? What was she doing here? My fists balled in fury. I dialed Abel's number immediately. He answered on the first ring. “Get Selina to headquarters. Now.” I ordered before hanging up. Whatever was going to get in my way, I was ready to clear it up.The room smelled like metal and old coffee. Interrogation rooms
(Emma’s POV)Damon had been gone for two days.He left no calls or texts. Every time I dialed his number, it went straight to voicemail, the sound drilling into me until I hung up with shaking fingers. Selina’s words replayed in my head like a verdict already passed. I looked at myself in the mirror that morning and barely recognized the woman staring back. I had eyes bruised with exhaustion, my skin dull, lips cracked from worrying them raw. I felt defeated and betrayed. But I refused to rot in that bed.I forced myself up, feet touching the cold floor like a challenge. Damon wasn’t the only joy in my life. He couldn’t be. If he wasn’t my end destination then… I would find another one. I had survived before him. I could do it again. The thought barely formed before sadness wrapped around my chest, tight and merciless. I couldn’t leave. I loved Damon too much.The truth hit me like a bruise I kept pressing. I would wait. I would hear him out. Whatever came next—whatever explanation or
(Damon's POV)It took us a while but we finally did it. We found the man who invaded Emma's house three nights later.Assuming he was working alone we followee him recklessly but we were wrong. He hadn't been alone. He was working with a few people but their purpose was uncertain. Well, not really since they attacked Emma… my weakness.The base sat carved into the side of a limestone ridge, hidden behind foliage thick enough to fool satellites and arrogance thick enough to fool men. It wasn't too far from civilization but not too close that a lost car or wanderer could venture there by mistake. It was still, barely making a sound. The kind of quiet that came from confidence, not caution.“I'll be careful if I were you.” I uttered as I watched Abel gear up. He was still tying his shoelaces when he looked up at me. “I'm always careful.” He said as he stood up.“Still. We don't know what's on the other side of that door.” I retorted. Abel looked at me seriously for a second before smilin
(Emma’s POV)I woke up slowly, like my body didn’t trust the moment enough to rush into it.The first thing I noticed was warmth. Not just the heat of the room or the weight of blankets, but the kind that settled deep under my skin, steady and reassuring. My cheek was pressed against a solid chest, the rise and fall beneath it calm and real. For a few seconds, I stayed perfectly still, afraid that if I moved, I’d break whatever spell had allowed this to exist.Damon’s arm was around me, loose but unmistakably there. Protective without being possessive. His fingers rested at my waist as if they’d always known that curve belonged beneath them. I could hear his slow, even breathing and it grounded me in a way nothing else ever had.Last night came back to me in fragments at first. Not the details, but the feeling. The softness. The way it hadn’t been rushed or desperate or fueled by fear. We hadn’t been running from anything. We’d simply… stepped closer. And then closer still.Joy bloome







