Emma's POV
I spent Saturday morning buzzing with a nervous energy that felt far removed from the trauma of the night before. I had spent the morning canceling the old lease, sorting through boxes, and sending the realtor the details for the new apartment.
I was moving. A clean slate. A new address Ethan couldn't find. It felt like the first real act of agency I'd taken since the breakup. The lightness was intoxicating, a physical relief that made my movements feel fluid and strong.
The nervousness spiked when Damian arrived.
He walked into the empty, sunlit new apartment—still smelling of paint and fresh wood—and the whole space instantly felt smaller, and impossibly charged. He was in dark jeans and a cashmere sweater, looking less like a CEO and more like… a man. A very dangerous, beautiful man whose presence had become the most solid constant in my rattling world.
