Bella sat in the passenger seat, her fingers gripping the leather armrest as Damien's car sped through the darkened streets. The city lights blurred past them, but her mind was sharper than ever.
She was being hunted.
And Damien was the only thing standing between her and death.
"You're too quiet," Damien said, his voice low, controlled.
Bella turned to him. "What am I supposed to say?"
"That you trust me."
She swallowed. Trust. Did she?
She wanted to. But Damien was dangerous, unpredictable. He played by his own rules.
And yet… he was the only one who had ever made her feel safe.
The car turned sharply, pulling onto a secluded road. Bella's pulse quickened.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
Damien glanced at her. "To a place no one will find you."
A chill ran down her spine.
"What if I don't want to disappear?" she whispered.
His jaw tensed. "Then you don't understand what's coming."
Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken truths.
Then Damien reached over, his fingers brushing against hers. A silent promise.
No matter what happened next—
She was his to protect.
And God help anyone who tried to take her from him.