Elena's POV

"Keep your eyes closed."

Damien's palm was warm over my eyes, his other hand guiding me forward.

I could hear the click of my shoes on concrete, and could feel the cool night air on my skin.

"Damien, where are we?"

"Patience," he said, his voice close to my ear.

We stopped walking, and I felt him shift behind me.

"Okay," he said softly, "Open them."

He removed his hand, and I blinked.

Then my breath caught.

We were on a rooftop, the city skyline stretching out behind us, ...