Aria's POVTimi was nothing if not thorough. Phase one, as he called it, was less of an earth tremor and more of a persistent, annoying vibration in Damon’s perfectly stable world. It was designed to sow the seeds of doubt, to make him look over his shoulder. And it was working brilliantly.He started small. On Monday evening, my car was still a hunk of junk, so Timi, with the casual insistence of an old friend, pulled up right to our front door."Just dropping off my favorite person," he announced, leaning over to give me a loud air-kiss as I got out. I noticed Mrs. Adewale next door briefly pause her watering. Good. That was the point.Damon was already at the window, watching. His frown was barely perceptible—a tightening around the mouth, a slight furrow in his brow."Timi, thanks again," I said, putting a little extra warmth into my voice as I waved him off.The next few days followed the same pattern. Tuesday morning, Timi insisted on dropping me off. Wednesday, he came to my of
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