Damien’s pov:
I haven’t slept in thirty-six hours.
Our convoy of black SUVs and armored vans cuts through the night. We moved in total silence, no music, no talking, just the low growl of engines and a singular, deadly purpose. My men were spread out across different routes, moving like a well-oiled machine.
The feeling of war is humming underneath my skin, keeping me wired.
Every time I start to drift off, I see her. I see Sera standing in her bedroom doorway this morning, her eyes swimming with tears she was trying so hard to hide. I feel the sensation of her hands clutching my shirt, trying to anchor me to the floor so I wouldn't leave. I remember how her lips trembled when she whispered goodbye, and the pain I felt when I forced myself to walk away from her.
Leaving that house was
