MasukOphelia’s POV:Damn it. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me. It was obviously a mistake coming here. But now that I had stepped into his trap, the exit was a mile away. I needed to play smarter; if I let the panic take the wheel now, I would end up far worse off.
Ophelia’s POV:This was the man who had stalked toward Valeria at the petrol pump. The same man who had caused me to hurl a bag of snacks like a weapon before fleeing. My pulse, which had just begun to settle, spiked violently, drumming against my ribs with a frantic, primitiv
Ophelia’s POV:“We need to get a DNA test done.”
Damon’s POV:“Sorry, Boss. We haven’t found a solid lead yet. Both of them seemed to have slipped out of the capital a while ago,” Silas reported, his voice tight with the kind of caution a man uses when he’s standing next to a ticking bomb.
Ophelia’s POV:Unfortunately for me, the man was obviously well-trained. To him, the bag of snacks I’d hurled with all my desperate strength was nothing more than a nuisance, a stray fly to be swatted away. With a casual flick of his wrist, he knocked the bag aside befor
Ophelia’s POV:My muscles locked, and for a heartbeat, I was certain I was caught. But as the echo reverberated, I realized the voice was distant, muffled and coming from the upper floors.
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Damon’s POV:Fuck.The word played on a loop in my mind.I gripped the leather-wrapped steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, my







