Chapter 128

• Damien took a deep breath as he stood outside Charlotte’s apartment door, his heart racing in tandem with a swell of emotion he could barely contain. The glossy wooden surface felt familiar beneath his fingertips—more familiar than any door he’d ever faced in his own father’s world. This place had become his sanctuary, a refuge where he could breathe freely. Here, amid the warmth and laughter, he felt alive.
• Pushing the door open, he was immediately greeted by the fragrant scent of simmering garlic and herbs. It wafted through the air like an invitation, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relish the smallness of the moment—Charlotte in her element, cooking. She danced around the kitchen, her hair slightly loose, wearing a soft, oversized sweater that made her look impossibly cozy. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
• “Hey, you’re back early!” she chirped, turning to him with a warm smile that sent a flicker of warmth through his chest. But the smile faltered when she noticed the storm in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”