LOGINWe reached Julian's building within fifteen minutes, Marcus already waiting in the lobby, his expression grim enough that my stomach twisted before he even spoke."Show us," Damian said.Julian's apartment door stood slightly ajar, the lock intact but unlatched, as though someone had been let in willingly rather than forced their way through. Inside, the space told a story of sudden, violent interruption. An overturned chair. A shattered wine glass, dark red liquid pooled across the pale carpet. Julian's phone, screen cracked, abandoned near the doorway."No blood beyond the glass," Marcus said quietly, scanning the room with practiced efficiency. "No obvious signs of a prolonged struggle. Whoever took him moved fast and knew exactly what they were doing.""Took him," I repeated, the words settling heavy and horrible in my chest. "You think he's still alive.""I think if Gabriel wanted him dead, he would have left the body here as a message," Marcus said grimly. "This looks like an ex
I woke to sunlight and the warm weight of Damian's arm draped over my waist, his breathing slow and even against my shoulder, none of the careful distance he usually maintained even in sleep.I lay there for a long moment, simply existing in the quiet certainty of last night, the words he'd finally said settling into my chest like something solid and permanent instead of a fragile hope I'd been too afraid to fully trust."You're smiling," he murmured against my hair, clearly more awake than I'd realized."I have good reason to," I said softly, turning to face him.He kissed me slowly, unhurried in a way that had nothing to do with fear or danger for once, just two people finally allowed to simply want each other without a crisis demanding their attention elsewhere."I meant every word," he said quietly, his forehead resting against mine. "In case you were still doubting it in the daylight.""I wasn't," I whispered. "Not anymore."---The peace lasted until nearly ten, when Elena arriv
I woke slowly, the fog of sedation lifting in careful layers, sound returning before sight, the steady beep of a monitor grounding me back into my body."Elara." Damian's voice, close, relieved. "You're awake."I blinked against the harsh light, his face slowly resolving above me, exhausted but achingly familiar."The baby," I whispered, my hand flying instinctively to my stomach."Safe," he said quickly. "The imaging came back clear. No internal bleeding, no lasting damage from the fall. Your shoulder needed a minor reduction, but Dr. Alvarez says you'll heal completely within a few weeks."Relief washed through me so completely I had to close my eyes for a moment, tears slipping free despite the good news."Thank God," I whispered.Damian pressed a kiss to my forehead, lingering there, his hand still wrapped tightly around mine."You scared me," he admitted quietly. "More than I have words for."I studied his face carefully, searching for something I couldn't quite name, a fragment
The emergency room dissolved into a blur of fluorescent light and urgent voices, hands lifting me onto a gurney, someone cutting away the sleeve of my jacket to examine the shoulder that throbbed with every heartbeat."Gravida one, approximately fourteen weeks, blunt abdominal trauma from a fall," a nurse called out, her voice clipped and professional even through the chaos. "Possible dislocated shoulder. We need imaging immediately.""Elara." Damian's voice, close and desperate, his hand gripping mine even as hospital staff tried to move him back to give them room to work. "I'm right here. I'm not leaving.""Sir, I need you to step back so we can work.""I'm not leaving her," Damian said, his voice carrying an authority that made even the nurse hesitate.The gurney rattled beneath me as they wheeled it through a set of double doors, fluorescent panels flashing past overhead in a dizzying rhythm that matched the pounding of my own heart. Every jolt sent fresh pain lancing through my s
"Absolutely not," Damian said the moment I grabbed my coat. "Elara, you are not coming with me.""He's going to get himself killed," I said, my hands shaking as I pulled on my shoes anyway. "I am not sitting in this apartment waiting for a phone call telling me whether Marcus survived the night.""Then I go, and you stay here, safe, where I know exactly where you are.""Damian." I turned to face him fully. "We just spent days rebuilding trust around exactly this issue. You don't get to decide my safety for me the moment real danger appears. That was the entire point of everything we talked about."His jaw tightened, torn visibly between the promise he'd made and the terror written plainly across his face."If anything happens to you," he said quietly, "I don't know how I survive that, Elara.""Then let's make sure nothing does," I said, gripping his hand. "Together. The way we agreed."He stared at me for one long, agonized moment before finally nodding, already moving toward the door
I noticed it first in small things. Marcus arriving late to his morning check-ins, his phone angled away from view during calls he ended the moment anyone entered the room, a new tension in his shoulders that had nothing to do with his usual vigilance."Something's different about him," I said quietly to Damian, three days after the ledger revelation, watching Marcus through the study window as he paced the hallway, phone pressed to his ear."I've noticed too," Damian admitted. "I asked him directly yesterday if he was following our agreement. He said yes. I didn't entirely believe him.""Should we confront him again?""I already tried once," Damian said grimly. "Watch."He knocked once on the study door before Marcus even finished his call, catching him mid sentence, his expression shifting instantly from focused intensity to careful neutrality."I'll call you back," Marcus said quickly into the phone, ending the call before either of us could hear anything more."Who was that?" Dami







