LOGINDamian barely slept that night. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind dragged him back to the eastern wing- to the open maintenance door, the suffocating darkness, and the chilling voice that had emerged from it.You shouldn’t have come back.He had caught the raw fear in Lyra’s silence. She had tried desperately to mask it, but Damian had spent years mastering the art of reading people. He hadn’t missed the subtle hitch in her breathing, the way her knuckles whitened against her coat, or the telltale split second of hesitation before she spoke. She was lying to him. He was certain of it. The only burning question was why.By seven the next morning, Damian was already at his desk, staring down at an open security report. The breach itself had lasted less than two minutes. In that brief window, all the cameras had been systematically blinded, the terminal logs entirely wiped, and no employees’ badges had been registered in the restricted sector. Whoever had infiltrated the building k
“Then let’s see how much you can uncover.”Damian held Lyra’s gaze before a slow smile broke the gravity on his face. “I have a feeling you’re going to make that incredibly difficult.”“Probably.”The waiter arrived, placing their drinks on the table with a practised quietness. The brief interruption gave Lyra a moment to steady her pulse. She hadn’t expected the evening to feel this normal, and that normalcy was precisely what made it lethal. She had come into this restaurant with a singular purpose: Damian Kade was the architect of her past misery, the man she had sworn to dismantle piece by piece. Yet sitting across from him now, listening to his unfamiliar laughter and watching the corporate tension bleed from his shoulders, she found she was viewing a side of him she hadn’t accounted for. She couldn’t afford to forget her past.“So,” Damian said, lifting his glass, “tell me something I don’t know about you.”Lyra offered a guarded smile. “You’ve known me for weeks, Damian.”“Long
Lyra was halfway through a stack of financial reports when Damian appeared in her office doorway.“Seven o’clock,” he said.She looked up from the documents, leaning back in her chair. “You’re actually serious about this dinner?”A faint smile touched his lips. “I told you I was.”Lyra studied him carefully, trying to read the angles of his face. “And this isn’t an extension of the board meeting?”“No.” Damian took a few steps into the room, cutting the distance between them. “For once, I’d like to talk to you without a conference table separating us.”She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”“Because I want to.”The answer was too simple, and that made her cautious. Lyra knew better than to underestimate Damian Kade. Every move he made was usually calculated, every syllable weighted for impact. Yet lately, something about his posture seemed different. It made him a completely different kind of dangerous.She closed the file in front of her with a deliberate click. “Fine.”His eyebrows lifted sl
Lyra woke up the next morning with the image of Hayden standing alone in his dark library still heavy in her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that he was hiding something.Her mind drifted back to the previous night. She had walked down the hall to find him, stepping silently toward the library doors. She had intended to knock, but through the slight crack in the doorframe, she stopped. The room was swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the faint moonlight cutting through the glass. Hayden was standing perfectly still in the darkness, staring at the locked cabinet. He thought he was entirely alone, and the expression on his face-a chilling mix of heavy guilt and deep, fracturing thought-had frozen the breath in her throat. He looked like a man being crushed by a weight he couldn't share. It had unsettled her so deeply that she had quietly backed away into the corridor, leaving him alone with his secrets.Remembering that dark look now m
Lyra barely noticed the view; her eyes were fixed on the old brass compass resting on her desk. For the third time that morning, she picked it up; the needle spun in a slow, erratic circle before snapping to a rigid halt, always pointing down.She let out a quiet sigh.“You’ve been staring at that thing for thirty minutes.”Hayden’s voice drifted from the doorway; he walked into the office with two mugs of coffee, placing one beside her before sitting down across the desk.“I thought it would change,” Lyra murmured, tracing the cold metal.“The compass?”“No.” She managed a faint smile. “My luck.”Hayden chucked softly. “I’ve seen you negotiate billion-dollar corporate mergers without blinking, Lyra. But this little compass genuinely unsettles you.”“Because it doesn’t make sense.”“Not everything in life is meant to make immediate sense.” A comfortable silence settled between them. Lyra took a slow sip of her coffee; her gaze drifted back to Hayden. “You knew my father, didn’t you?
The elevator door slid open, and Lyra stepped onto the executive floor of Vance Biotech. Morning sunlight spilt through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching against the sharp glass walls and polished marble. She adjusted the strap of her bag and took a slow breath.She had barely taken three steps when-“Good morning.”Damian’s voice cut right through her concentration. He was leaning against the doorframe of his office, his suit jacket hooked over one thumb, a tablet pinned under his arm. He looked her up and down, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”Lyra forced a tiny, polite smile. “Just thinking.”“A dangerous pastime.”“Usually is.”For a second, the corporate professional act vanished, and they just stood there looking at each other. Then Damian nodded toward his open door. “Walk with me. I’ve been going over those logistics revisions from yesterday.”She fell into step beside him, the faint scent of his expensive cologne catching her off guard







