Sera’s POV:
The long car ride back to the mansion was quiet.
It wasn't the scary, heavy silence that usually made my chest tight, it felt calmer, like the peaceful space between two thoughts. The city rushed past the window in blurred lights and shapes. Meanwhile, my mind was completely stuck on one single topic.
The woman.
I watched Damien from the corner of my eye. He sat next to me, his body relaxed, but his eyes were constantly tracking everything outside. He hadn't said much since we left the art store. I hadn’t spoken much, either.
I kept telling myself not to bring it up.
I really didn't want to break the fragile, careful peace we had found today. The outing had been genuinely pleasant, almost normal. I was afraid that asking questions would drag us straight back into the shad
