Aria woke to a quiet so thick it felt conspiratorial. The penthouse hummed with the low, constant breath of the city below, but inside, Damon’s men moved like silent sentinels—precise, watchful.The night had been long, but sleep had come in jagged pieces, more like a pause than rest.She padded into the living room and found Damon already awake, dark eyes hooded, a newspaper at his knees though he wasn’t reading it. He was staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows, shoulders tight with unresolved tension.When he finally looked at her, the flash of relief on his face was raw and too private for words.“You rested?” he asked.“As much as you can in a war zone,” she said, trying to mask the unease twisting in her stomach.Damon pushed to his feet. He moved toward her too quickly, stopping only when he was close enough that she could feel the heat of his body.“We have to move fast,” he said quietly. “Adrian didn’t just send a threat—we found this last night.”He handed her a thin photogr
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