Damien pov
There was a long pause, and I could hear her moving around, I could hear Noah making soft sounds in the background. "I'm home now."
"I know," I said as I pulled onto her street and found a parking spot. "I'm outside your building."
"What?" I heard her footsteps quickening, moving toward what I assumed was a window. "Where?"
"Black Mercedes, the one I'm flashing the lights on right now." I did just that. "Directly across the street from your building."
I saw her appear at the window, Noah balanced on her hip, and she stared down at me with an expression I couldn't quite read from this distance.
"Come up," she said finally, her voice quiet but firm. "We need to talk about this."
"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked as I got out of the car, my heart pounding harder than it had any right to.
"No," she admitted, and I saw her step away from the window. "But come up anyway. Third floor, apartment 3B."
She hung up without waiting for my response.
