Elena's POV

When I opened the door that morning and saw Damian standing there, everything in me went silent.

Not the kind of silence that comes from peace - but the kind that follows an earthquake.

His eyes had the same quiet storm they always did. Maybe a little darker now.

And the moment the door clicked shut behind him, I leaned against it and exhaled hard, my heart drumming like it was trying to escape.

He lived here.

In this building.

Of all the places in the city, he had to move ...