Chapter 44 A Line Crossed

• Scarlett stood on the penthouse balcony, the cold night air biting through her thin sweater. Below her, the city glittered like a spilled jewel box—alive, indifferent. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, fingers digging into her flesh as if she could physically hold herself together.
• Damien hadn’t come home last night.
• No calls. No texts. No half-hearted excuses whispered against her skin in the dark.