Two days later.

A suffocating silence enveloped the villa for a staggering forty-eight hours.

There were no cryptic messages from Rafael, no trace of Isla, and not a whisper on any of the channels Damon had painstakingly bugged. The atmosphere was thick with tension, as if the air itself were charged with anticipation. Damon felt like a caged wild animal, pacing like a restless lion in a confined space, his hands clenched into tight fists as he contemplated the disintegration of his ...