Damian’s POV

The weeks passed quietly, but the quietness felt deceptive, just like the calm before a chaos. But he told himself it was peace — Evelyn’s laughter echoing through the mansion, her soft humming in the hallway, the faint scent of vanilla she left behind when she passed, but deep down, he knew better. Peace didn’t last long in the Blackwood world.

Not when Vanessa Hart still breathed the same New York air, and still lived there.

Damian sat behind the desk in the study, ...