–Livana–
It had been almost two months since Damon left the country. Two months of distance, silence, and calculation. They had to be quarantined, of course—Europe clings to its invisible viruses and bacteria like perfume, and I refuse to let my husband bring any of it home to me. He's clingy by nature. I won't risk myself or our heir to one of his reckless embraces.
But more than two months of quietly monitoring him, combing through traces of his operations, ensuring no trail of his darker dealings reached the surface—that was the real contagion. A pain in the ass, but necessary. Luckily, Logan and Jane have been my hands and eyes in his absence.
