Damien’s pov:
I had learned a long time ago how to recognize the exact moment before something breaks.
I stood at the edge of the Black Tide’s territory, the engine of my car idling with a low growl. My men were standing by, waiting for me to say the word, but my mind wasn't on the mission. I felt a chill settle deep into my bones.
Sera had changed.
I didn't know the details yet. But I knew it as surely as I knew the weight of the pistol holstered at my side or the sound of an enemy approaching in the dark. You don't watch someone for twelve years without learning the rhythm of their soul.
She wasn't the girl I had left behind a few days ago…. and that thought hurt.
We had spent the last few days erasing our tracks, moving in the shadows, and bleeding the Black Tide dry in vital pl
