"Give me your hand." Damien's voice was low, but a subtle tension lurked beneath its calm surface.
Amelia paused. Before the lights went out, Damien had been standing to her left. Now, his voice seemed to come from a slightly different direction.
She shuffled blindly toward the sound, arms outstretched. After a few steps, her foot caught on something, sending her stumbling forward. Instead of hitting the floor, she collided with a solid, warm chest.
"I'm so sorry, I—" she began, trying to push herself upright.
"Don't. Move." The command in his tone was sharp, edged with something close to urgency.
"Mr. Taylor, are you alright?" She could feel a faint tremor running through his body, his breathing still uneven.
"My apologies… Just… give me a moment," he murmured, his voi
