“Then stay,” she whispered. “Right here. With me.”He pressed his lips to her temple, his arms wrapped around her like a promise only they could understand.“Promise me something,” he said.“Anything.”“That you’ll fight for us,” he murmured. “Even when I’m too afraid to.”She lifted her head and kissed him softly. Her lips trembled against his, but her voice was steady. “Always.”They stood there, wrapped in each other, as if the rest of the world no longer mattered. Every glance they’d stolen. Every hand brushed in passing. Every near-confession. All of it had led to this moment.“You’re not just my weakness,” he said quietly. “You’re my reason.”Her eyes scanned his, alight with assurance. "Then let's eliminate the illusion that this is a mistake. This is destiny."In perfect timing, light spilled from the estate behind them. Veranda doors groaned open, and voices drifted out into the night. The magic of the garden shook, threatened by the invasion of reality.Damian bristled."If
The estate garden glowed in the soft light of moonbeams, the scent of unfolding jasmine drifting around like a forbidden tale yet to unfold. Lanterns breathed softly with every gasp, their fluttering patterns against the courtyard wall like falling leaves. Eliana walked barefoot now, her heels left at the garden door. Her blue-black dress stuck to her body like moisture, leaving a splash of spilled ink behind.She had caught sight of him before he left—Damian—by the fountain, his demeanor as stiff as ever, his profile unrecognizable. Braced broad shoulders, crossed arms tight over his chest. The moon etched light onto the leaves' sharp ridges. He turned as if he had anticipated her."Eliana," he breathed, a sigh lost amidst the crinkling leaves.She smiled gently, tilting her head. 'Couldn't sleep?His eyes searched hers, never quite settling. “Habit,” he replied. “Always alert.”She took a few steps forward. “Even now? With all the guests gone? The gala’s over. There’s nothing left t
She'd have to choose the one she'd ignite with.The ballroom swirled around her like a storm that inched closer—silk and jewels, laughter laced with insidious poison, clinks of champagne glasses hiding secrets deep. But Eliana stood still amidst it all, her heart a riotous silence.Damian disappeared, likely summoned by one of the quiet earpiece murmurs of security. Nathaniel, out in the ballroom, was surrounded by a sea of legacy CEOs and socialites pretending not to dissect every glance she'd given him tonight.She toyed with the rim of her glass, barely tasting the champagne. That line—She'd have to choose the one she'd burn with—kept circling in her mind like smoke without flame."Eliana?"She blinked awake. Her mother.Sabrina towered over her, as regal as ever, eyes narrowed under the party smile. "Are you okay?"Eliana nodded gently. "Just needed a minute."Sabrina leaned in beside her, the mother in her breaking through the mogul. "You stood in that dress like armor.""I requi
Her fingers stroked the material. "Okay," she breathed.The boutique manager came back once more, and Eliana smiled, her voice more even now. "We'll take this one.""Good choice, Miss Thompson." The manager clicked her fingers together, obviously delighted. "We'll have it steamed and wrapped up to deliver this evening, or would you like to take it with you?"He rested against the door of the fitting room, arms crossed, suit perfect, tie razor-sharp—but jaw clenched, eyes contained, tracking her each movement in the mirror."You're staring," she said without raising her gaze."You knew you would."Eliana swung around reluctantly, glancing at him.The way he regarded her—it wasn't admiration. It was possession, and something in his eyes that bordered on restraint."Well?" she breathed. "Too much?"His gaze dropped to the V of the neckline, black, and up to her face."It's perfect," he said softly. "Perilously perfect."A silence. The whir of the boutique died under weight of air between
There was silence. Alexa was always too professional ever to say anything that wasn't absolutely imperative, but Eliana could almost feel the twitch of interest in the static."Oh, of course, ma'am. I'll alert Mr. Wolfe right away."The intercom clicked off.Eliana slowly breathing out through her nose, her fingers running along the top of the desk as if signing the lines of her own doubt.Why does the ring of his name feel like pulling on wire that had twisted hard against her ribcage?Damian Wolfe. Her shadow. Her bodyguard. The man whose lips whispered softly, and whose eyes whispered too loudly, leaving her quivering.It was not right—the way he gazed at her. The way he avoided gazing at her when he should have.As Nathaniel had been comfortable with the old version of her… Damian was comfortable with the woman she wasn't yet. With the one with burning rage, fear, and smoldering lust all twisted up in one.She sat back from her computer screen, attempting to escape in work, but he
She did not scroll to the top of her phone contact list. She did not have to. Damian Wolfe was the first on everyone else's list—just like Nathaniel Carter was. Two names. Two men. One choice she'd never been able to make.Until today.Her thumb was still hovering, her breathing even.One telephone call changed the direction of her life.Before she could get cold feet, she heard footsteps—heavy, slow, familiar.She turned.Damian stood in the doorway to her office.And something about the way he was looking at her—as if she were his shelter and his tempest—stole her breath."Eliana," he said softly. "I'm not going to press you. I swear. I just. I needed to confirm that you were okay.""I am not," Eliana said softly. "But I will be."He bobbed his head. "Good. Because I've watched you shatter and remade myself. I understand how strong you can be once you finally begin not to attempt to flee from yourself."There was something primal in his gaze, something smothered yet deeply well-wrou
Vincent smiled at her. "Does your security detail have a habit of crashing high-level meetings?"Noelle smiled to himself as he put away the tray."Men, take a five."Reluctance was there, but Vincent finally relented. "As you desire, bella."The others flowed out of the room, and he was left alone with her.Eliana stood in front of Damian, arms crossed, but her voice was filled with softness. "You didn't need to defend me like that."He leaned in over her. "I wasn't sticking up for you. I was reminding them who the hell you are.""I know who I am.""Then why are you allowing this world to destroy you just so you won't hurt?" His words cut her like glass."I'm not avoiding—You haven't even cried," Damian breathed, pulling another closer to her. "Not for the disaster Harper created. Not for Nathaniel. Not even for you."She pulled her face away. "If I do, I would not be able to stop."She waited. Then:"I'd defend you if you did."Her eyes were burning. She raised her face, and there
She hauled herself up, carefully brushing her matted hair out of her face, her heart slowed a bit now. More confident. Less frantic.Her gaze returned to the phone.No new messages.And for once, that didn't sting like abandonment.It felt like freedom.She stood, walked barefoot into the kitchen, and poured the forgotten tea down the drain. It had cooled. Like the version of herself who sat around waiting for someone else to pick her.That version had fallen silent now, too.A vibration on the counter startled her.Damian.Just his name. No note. Just a missed call.She gazed at it forever, then she murdered the screen's power. She wasn't ready—not for him, not yet. Perhaps never.She moved to the living room, attracted by the hum of the television behind her. Her brother's form glowed under the blue light, stretched out on the couch with a pillow over his face as if he hadn't intended to sleep but the rest of the world had otherwise."Saben?" she whispered.He groaned. "Mmhmm?""Did
The door closed gently, but to Eliana it was a gunshot.Her spine against the wood, she was frozen, her breathing barely more than a stillness. Her voice was still stuck in her throat, her heart bruising under the words she had said to Nathaniel-the words she had only recently realized for herself. "What have I done?" Eliana whispered into the silence, her voice faltering slightly.The Thompson estates did hulk over her in oppressive silence. The sort that did not forgive-it judged.Stumbling, she fell to the couch with her knees buckling under her. Her hand brushed against the thick cushion next to her, which Nathaniel would lean against for drawing her into himself and whisper, "You feel like home.""Then why do I feel so far from it now?" she whispered.Her phone flashed when she answered it. No messages. No missed calls. No apologies. No begging. No promises. Just her. Alone. With the wreckage of something she couldn't fix.She stared at Damian's name burning on her screen. Her t