Clara’s POV

Two months had passed, yet every day still felt like waking from a long nightmare into a sunrise I had once thought impossible.

Damien Holt had become the steady rhythm of my life, the air that filled my lungs, the strength that held me when my knees threatened to fail. A man once known for his ruthless edges was now the one who tucked the covers around me when I fell asleep at my desk, who brewed coffee before I woke, who whispered in my ear that nothing in the world would ...