Elena's POV

I was still seated by the roadside when Damien’s car slowed, the dark body of it gliding past like a silent predator.

The window wasn’t fully closed. From where I sat, ankle throbbing, I could see the outline of Stella’s profile clearly—too clearly.

She had angled herself deliberately toward him, her posture soft, her shoulders relaxed in that practiced way that suggested intimacy rather than accident.

She knew I was there.

The realization settled in my chest with ...