Damian's POV
She wants me to spy on her.
Elena.
The same woman I destroyed without blinking. The same woman whose name still stings when I say it out loud.
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my collar, staring at a face I barely recognized anymore. I looked tired. Hollow. Like every bad decision I'd ever made had caught up with me in the shadows beneath my eyes.
She wants me to be her weapon.
Amira offered me power. Money. A clean slate. Said we could rewrite history—this time, without Elena standing in the way.
It was tempting.
God, it was tempting.
But every time I tried to imagine it—me and Amira, back in control—I saw Elena's eyes that day in the conference room. Not the fury. Not the hurt. Just… the finality. Like something inside her had died because of me.
She didn't scream.
She didn't cry.
She just looked at me like I wasn't even worth the pain anymore.
And now?
