(Damon’s POV)The lights flickered, harsh and unforgiving, casting the warehouse in stark, unforgiving shadows. Every corner seemed alive, every shadow a threat. My pulse roared in my ears as I froze, hand extended toward her, heart clawing against my ribs.She wasn’t alone.A silhouette loomed just behind her. I couldn’t make out details in the sudden glare, but I knew immediately: Preston had anticipated me. He’d left some kind of guard, some mechanism, maybe even a trap—but I refused to let it stop me.“Aria,” I whispered, my voice a fragile thread in the cavernous space. My chest ached at the sight of her, bound in some way but unharmed—or at least, I hoped unharmed. Her eyes met mine, wide and fearful, relief mingling with panic.She’s alive. That was enough to push me forward, but every instinct screamed caution. One false move, one misstep, and Preston would win.Marcus stepped beside me, silent, his hand resting briefly on my should
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