ELARA I wake up to an empty bed again, but this time I hear voices from the living room: Damien’s low rumble and Sophia’s softer tone. They’re talking about the threats.I pull on one of Damien’s T-shirts and walk barefoot down the hall.Damien is standing at the windows, arms crossed, staring out at the city. Sophia sits on the couch with a cup of coffee. Noah stands near the door, tablet in hand.“Morning,” I say quietly.Damien turns instantly. The tension on his face softens when he sees me. He crosses the room in three strides and cups my face, kissing me like he needs to make sure I’m real.“Any news?” I ask Noah.“We found the person who delivered the black roses,” Noah says. “A kid from a local florist. Paid in cash by someone wearing a hoodie and a medical mask. No face on camera.”“And the texts?” Damien’s voice is deadly calm.“Burner phone bought with cash two days ago. Activated once, used only to message you, then turned off. We’re pinging towers, but…” Noah shrugs. “Wh
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