POV: Dual
Damien:
The smell of smoke is still stuck in my skin. No matter how much I scrubbed my hands, I can still smell the warehouse fire. I can still feel the heat on my face. My blood is humming with a restless, angry energy that won't go away.
I’m supposed to be sleeping. I’m supposed to be resting for the next move. But my feet are moving before I even decide where to go. I find myself standing in front of Sera’s door.
The hallway is dark. The whole mansion is quiet. I should turn around. I should let her sleep. But the need to see her, to make sure she’s real and safe and away from the fire, is like a weight in my chest.
I knocked softly.
The door opens almost immediately.
Sera is standing there. She’s wearing a soft, oversized shirt, her hair a bit messy from the bed, but h
