Damien’s pov:
That signal should have been a ghost.
I’d shut down that channel years ago, tore out the wiring, scrubbed the code, and buried the access points so deep that nothing should have been left but static. It was one of those moves you made when you realized that in this world, people’s loyalty had an expiration date.
And yet, there it was.
A tiny, rhythmic pulse on my dark screen, cutting through the silence of my office.
I stared at it. My men were downstairs, pretending they weren't listening to every creak in the floorboards. The mansion felt heavy with the kind of quiet that only comes when everyone is waiting for a bomb to go off. Sera was upstairs, hopefully sleeping, and just knowing she was under this roof was the only thing keeping me grounded.
I clicked the channel
