His Runaway Queen
I couldn't use my hands, so I used my shoulder to nudge him.
"Damian? Are you okay?"
Damian rolled onto his back, wincing. He looked at the ceiling of the van, his breathing ragged.
"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice cracking. "They used me, Aria. They used the code I wrote... they turned it against us."
"It's not your fault," I said, tears streaming down my face. "It's not your fault."
"I was trying to protect him," Damian said, a tear sliding down his temple into his hair. "I hired the team... I thought I was securing the perimeter. I didn't know..."
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