The silence inside the penthouse felt wrong.
Too heavy.
Too watchful.
Like the walls themselves were waiting for something to break.
Aria stood near the window, her arms wrapped around herself, trying to steady the unease crawling under her skin. She had felt it the moment she woke. That strange pull in her chest. That whisper in her blood.
Now she knew why.
He was close.
Behind her, Damien hadn't moved in minutes.
And that scared her more than anything.
Because Damien was never still.
Not unless something dangerous was coming.
"You feel it too," she said quietly.
It wasn't a question.
A slow breath left him.
"Yes."
Her stomach dropped.
She turned, already knowing what she would see in his face.
And there it was.
That cold, controlled fury he only wore when something threatened what was his.
"He's here," Damien said, voice low. "Liam found us."
The name cut deeper than she expected.
Even now.
Even after everything.
Liam.
The Alpha who rejected her.
