Lisa’s POV

We didn’t run.

Damon kept a steady pace, fast but not frantic. His hand was tight on mine, cutting through the chaos with the certainty and confidence of someone used to crisis.

Behind us, the Greaves estate crackled with panic. Screams. Shouting. The blur of movement as guards scrambled and high society tried not to fall apart in front of each other. I turned, just once, trying to find Ronan in the mess.

Damon tugged me forward again.

“Eyes forward. Don’t stop.”

We moved ...