I didn’t even hesitate.

By 9 PM, I was in front of The Wolfe Tower, my heels clicking on the polished marble as I handed the doorman the keycard Damon had given me. He didn’t blink—just nodded and sent me up in a private elevator to the top floor.

The ride felt like a countdown.

Each floor ticked by with a mix of anticipation and nerves.

What were we doing?

What was I becoming?

The doors slid open to reveal a sleek, modern penthouse flooded with warm light and ...