Aria POV
I lay awake long after Noah fell asleep, staring at the ceiling of Damien's guest room and trying to process everything that had happened in the span of a few hours.
Marcus throwing a brick through my window. Damien reading bedtime stories to our son. The two of us here, in his home, playing at being a family while a psychopath planned ways to destroy us.
My phone buzzed with a text from Lucas: Saw the news about the break-in at your apartment. Are you okay? Where are you?
I typed and deleted three different responses before settling on: I'm safe. Can't talk right now. I'll call you tomorrow.
His response came immediately: If you need anything, I'm here. Day or night. You know that, right?
