Se connecterEmily’s POVDamian’s phone was glued to his hand, his eyes sharp and haunted, his voice low but urgent as he spoke to someone on the other end. I stood by the window, unable to move, watching the lights of the city flicker like static. Every word he said was a mix of command and desperation, and I c
Madelin’s POVI couldn’t breathe. The air in the kitchen had turned heavy, thick like fog, and the words Charlotte might be in danger echoed over and over in my skull until they didn’t sound like words anymore—just noise. I felt dizzy, like the world had slipped sideways beneath me. My hands were co
Jonathan’s POVThe laughter between Delilah and me drifted above the noise of the bar, light and warm, the sound of two people who had somehow stumbled into something easy. It had been a long time since I’d felt that kind of ease—genuine, unguarded. We sat at a small corner table of the little taver
Charlotte’s POVThe pain had started two nights ago, a faint, twisting discomfort just beneath my ribs. I thought it was something I ate—the street food, maybe, the curries I couldn’t resist. But by the next evening, it was worse. Sharp. Burning. I couldn’t stand up straight without feeling like my
Emily’s POVWhen I walked through the door that night, Damian was already home. He stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, takeout spread across the counter, two wine glasses waiting beside the bottle. His smile was warm, patient—too patient.“You’re late,” he teased gently, walking toward me.I dr
Jack clenched his jaw. “The bastard. Jonathan told me the details…”“I didn’t tell anyone,” I said, voice cracking. “I thought I could manage it. I thought if I gave him what he wanted, he’d leave me alone. But then… then he brought Charlotte into it.”Jack turned fully toward me now, his expression







