(Lena's POVS)

The doors of the ballroom sealed behind them with a muted thud, shutting out the flood of light and laughter. The corridor stretched forward, cool and silent, until the hush felt almost deliberate like the building itself was holding its breath.

Lena kept her gaze fixed on the marble floor. Damian’s stride was steady beside her, precise as always, but she could feel the energy coiled in him, sharp and contained. Neither spoke as the elevator descended, the soft hum filling ...