Grace POV

Damien's name glares on the screen.

My stomach twists. Nausea rises sharp and immediate.

I answer, keeping my voice flat.

Silence stretches. Several seconds pass. I can hear him breathing—uneven, uncertain. Like he didn't expect me to pick up at all.

Then he's asking if Ethan is with me. The question catches me off guard.

I glance at Ethan beside me, blood still drying on his temple. He taps the wound deliberately, then shakes his ...