Damien.
I sat at the edge of my bed, elbows resting on my knees, my fingers loosely clasped together as my gaze stayed fixed on the floor.
Everything felt… off.
The silence in my room wasn't peaceful, it was heavy, suffocating, filled with thoughts I couldn't quite organize. One moment bled into another, each memory replaying in fragments that refused to settle.
Adrien.
The way he had looked.
The chains.
The growl that didn't sound like him anymore.
My jaw tightened.
I dragged a hand through my hair in frustration.
Things were spiraling out of control faster than any of us could keep up with. The poison, Galen's sudden disappearance, Maria's involvement in everything, it all felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit together.
And then there was Noah.
My expression darkened slightly.
Something about him had been bothering me for a while now. The way he moved, the way he inserted himself into situations… and Anabel.
