LOGINI couldn’t tell whether it was because of the alcohol in the air or the one already in my system that made me light-headed. “Yes, I would. I would gladly come running to you if I had the chance”
Just before Damon could say a word, the music stopped and all the lights were turned on again. The romantic air was gone, leaving only embarrassment for me. “I think we have our winner.” Darcy shrieked and gestured towards the couple beside us as they walked towards the stage. As soon as everyone turned their attention to them, Damon took my hand and headed towards the exit. “It’s already too late. We have to get you home”
I stared at our joined hands. “What about you?” I asked.
“I have work to do. Jenkins has agreed to work with me so I’ll be busy for a while.”
The driver pulled up in front of us and we entered. Damon only let go of my hand when we were inside the car, making me feel like he had done it on purpose.
By the time we got home, I expected him to disappear into his office but he sat on the sofa and signaled for me to sit as well. Out of curiosity, I sat next to him so I could know what he wanted to say.
“I realize that you’ve been doing your best to adjust to this new environment. I wanted to thank you for your cooperation”
I was grateful for his acknowledgement when his words from the other night came to mind. “You didn’t think like that yesterday” I uttered coldly and watched his warm expression turn to a puzzled one. “I heard you talking to someone last night. You said I was just a pawn in your plan. Nothing more”.
He opened his mouth then shut it. He stared down for a moment. “You really have a knack for overhearing things you’re not supposed to” he finally said. Wrong answer. I stood up and began walking towards the stairs but Damon blocked me. He put his hands on my shoulders. I didn’t want to look at his face right now. Handsome and flushed from the alcohol.
“I had to say those things because I didn’t want my partners to take unnecessary interest in you. If not, then you would’ve been under constant observation”.
“Aren’t I already under constant surveillance?” I questioned.
“It's different over there. At least you can breathe here. It’s not the same in the camps. I didn’t want to scare you away from this deal”
“You only care about this mission, not for me or my life” Iscoffed at him, shoved his hands away, and ascended the stairs. “My brother was killed by the Black Falcon” I heard him say. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to stare at him. I saw sadness in his eyes now. I felt this strong urge to rush to him and hug him. To console him.
I descended the stairs till I was in front of him. “My brother used to be the CEO of Reeves Syndicate. The perfect man. He was everything I ever wanted to be. Strong, independent, and clever. The Black Falcon was a criminal organization that wanted to take all our assets and secrets but he kept them in check until one day.” He hesitated. I put an arm on his shoulder, encouraging him to continue.
“He was ambushed. He was taking some important papers overseas but he didn’t even make it to the airport before his car was loaded with explosives, leaving nothing left of him.”
I waited a moment. I could sense his grief. I couldn’t even dream of understanding such pain. “I’m so sorry about that,” I said, barely a whisper. “I know how desperate you are to have your revenge but I’m still a person. You don’t need to pretend like you’re interested in me just to get what you want”
“You think I’m pretending to feel this way?” Damon suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. My body instantly tensed up and he caressed my back. “Damon” I gasped before his lips met mine.
Damon groaned as I responded to the kiss, letting go of all caution and relishing in the thrill. My head was reeling. I wasn’t thinking straight and I couldn't care less. I melted against him but just as I was about to deepen the kiss, Damon pulled away. I stood there dazed and confused. “This was a mistake.” Damon apologized. “It was the alcohol-“
I didn’t let him finish. I slapped him right across the face and ran upstairs, leaving him in the dark room, alone.
Two days had passed, and Damon and I hadn’t uttered a single word to each other. I made sure of that. I refused to let him play with my emotions. Alice called me later that day and asked me to escort her to a mall to buy a dress she’d been wanting for a while and I happily agreed. Anything was better than staying bored and alone.
I got to the location and met with Alice. We were already in the building with Rocky when Damon joined us. My expression immediately turned blank. “Alice, you didn’t tell me Damon was coming” I muttered.
“I wanted us to have some fun. Is there a problem?” Alice asked with a worried tone as she looked at us both. Not wanting to cause a scene, I disguised my earlier comment as a joke.
While Alice was trying on her target dress, Damon approached me. “Emma, I think we need to talk”
“If it’s about the night of the charity gala then don’t bother. I'm over it.” I shrugged
Damon squinted at me “What does that mean?”
“Lets just forget this ever happened, okay? For my dignity” I said calmly. “If I’m lucky, you’ll probably make another mistake with someone else and I won’t feel this embarrassed anymore.”
Damon couldn’t respond to my comment because Alice came out looking stunning and I had to let her know it. Damon also complimented Alice to avoid her suspicious gaze.
After Alice had tried on a dozen dresses, I got thirsty so I stepped out to get water to drink. Ricky followed me at a safe distance. I was gulping down my water when someone tapped my shoulder. “Excuse me, do you know where I can find the sports section. I’m new here” I gave him a polite smile as I provided him with the information he needed. “Thank you so much. I love your bracelet by the way. Is there a place I could get it around here?” The man sheepishly asked
I grinned “Actually this is a gift from a friend so I don’t know if I could help you with that”
“Maybe you could walk with me through the mall for a while and-“ his eyes diverted towards a figure behind me in surprise.
I suddenly felt an arm around my waist. “Do you need something?” Damon asked in a cold voice. The man immediately bid me farewell as he took off.
“What the hell is your problem?” I yelled, causing a few stares
“Your life is in danger. Now is not the time to be drawing attention to yourself.” Damon retorted.
I only shook my head and walked back to Alice who had finished paying for her new clothes and headed out.
Later that night, I was still fuming when I heard a knock at the door. I told the person to come in absent-mindedly only to see Damon standing by the door. I stood up from my bed and walked towards him angrily. “There’s nothing to talk about anymore, Damon.” I started but he stopped me from closing the door on him. “It's something very important,” he said.
I hesitated before allowing him to come into my room. Suddenly, my phone rang and I rushed to take the call. It was from the doctor. My stomach tightened. I answered it quickly and listened carefully. I suddenly burst into tears and hurried to the door but Damon caught me.
“What’s wrong?” he noticed my panicked face. “Did something happen to your mother?”
“S-she’s in- in” I stammered, unable to utter coherent words. He held my hand “We’re leaving, I’m taking you to her.”
(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







