Aria Pov:I woke up to the sound of my own heartbeat, too loud in the quiet of my penthouse. The letter still sat on my nightstand, its black ink taunting me like a ghost that wouldn’t leave. I hadn’t slept much, not with the memory of those headlights, that SUV, the way it hunted me down the road. And now, two strangers were in my home, their presence like a noose tightening around my neck.I threw on a silk robe, the kind that cost more than most people’s rent, and stormed into the living room, ready to take back some control. Damien was already there, standing by the window, his broad shoulders cutting a sharp silhouette against the morning sun. He didn’t turn, but I knew he sensed me. It was in the way his head tilted, just a fraction, like a predator catching a scent.“Slept well, Miss Sinclair?” His voice was cold, formal, like he was addressing a client, not a person.I crossed my arms, glaring at his back. “Don’t call me that. It’s Aria. And no, I didn’t sleep well, thanks t
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