Damien’s POV

Jonah heads toward his car, his steps heavy and deliberate, but Vivienne lingers near the entrance, her focus fixed on her phone. Her fingers tremble as she swipes, the same fingers that dialed a number not too long ago, her lips curled in a triumphant smirk at the time.

I don’t hesitate. My legs carry me briskly across the asphalt, intercepting them before they can escape.

“Jonah,” I call out, my voice cutting through the stillness ...