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From the living room came the sound of Noah narrating an elaborate dinosaur battle to an audience of stuffed animals, his voice rising and falling with dramatic intensity. 

Damien caught my eye over my shoulder, and the corner of his mouth lifted. 

“Together,” he said. 

“Together,” I agreed. 

That single word, worn smooth by use, was somehow enough. Then his phone buzzed on the counter. 

He picked it up with one hand still resting on my waist, and I felt his whole body go rigid before I’d even seen the screen. 

I turned. An unknown number. No message – just a video clip, ten seconds long, shot from somewhere close. Our kitchen window. The two of us at the counter, him with his arms around me, me looking up at him. Close enough to see our faces. Clear enough to read our lips. 

And at the bottom of the screen, a single caption. 

Enjoy it while it lasts. 

Damien was already dialing Reyes, his voice going sharp and immediate, but I stood there staring at that video and felt something go cold in my stomach that had nothing to do with fear. 

Detective Barnes came to us on the fourth day of lockdown, and the fact that he made the trip himself told me everything about how serious it had become. 

Barnes was not a man who made house calls. He arrived at ten in the morning with his tie slightly crooked and a folder under his arm, carrying the expression of someone about to propose something they already knew would cause a fight. 

He wasn’t wrong. 

“We want to draw him out,” he said, spreading photographs across our dining table- surveillance images, location scouting, three scenario briefs paper–clipped together like this was a business proposal and not a plan to use a human being as bait. “Marcus’s 

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He’s after me because I’m what Damien chose over him. Which means a decoy that isn’t actually me won’t work. He’s too smart for that.” 

“That’s our read,” Barnes confirmed, nodding. 

“So this is the fastest option.” I looked at Damien directly. “Not the most comfortable one. The fastest one. And every week this drags on is another week Noah asks about the park and we say soon.” 

Damien’s jaw went tight, and he looked away from me, staring at the wall like it had answers in it. 

“There are slower alternatives,” Barnes offered. “But Marcus could go underground entirely if he senses we’re closing in, and then we’re looking at weeks. Possibly months.” 

Months. I thought of Noah on my lap, counting soons. I thought of this penthouse becoming a fortress that a little boy stopped being able to tell apart from a cage. 

“Two days to prepare?” I said to Barnes. 

“Aria.” Damien’s voice was quiet, but it stopped me cold. “Don’t.” 

– 

I looked at him. The expression on his face was something I hadn’t seen before not his business cold, not his protective fury, not even the open love he’d learned to wear. This was something beneath all of that, something raw and afraid in the way people are afraid when they’ve already lost something precious once and know exactly how that feels. 

“Give us a minute,” I said to Barnes. 

The detective stood, gathered his folder with professional discretion, and moved to the far window. 

“Don’t tell me no,” I said to Damien before he could speak. “I know it’s dangerous. I’m choosing this anyway – my body, my risk, my decision.” 

“I could have Reyes’s team ensure you stay in this building,” he said, and there was something almost desperate in it. 

“You could try.” I held his gaze, steady. “And it would be the single fastest way to destroy us, so let’s agree not to go down that road.” 

He stared at me for a long moment, something working behind his eyes. 

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“I cannot be objective about this,” he said finally, his voice stripped back to something honest. “The idea of you standing in his sightline on purpose – I can’t think straight when I consider it. I need you to know that.” 

“I know.” I reached across and covered his hands with mine. “But Damien, you’ve trusted me. Coming back into this, choosing this life, choosing you. You trusted me with Noah and with our family and with all the hardest parts. Trust me with this too.” 

And I’m close.” His hands turned over and gripped mine hard. “Not inside if Barnes says no. But close, Aria. I’m not sitting in this penthouse while you’re out there.” 

“You can be close,” I said, and squeezed back. 

He was quiet for a moment, but I could feel something else sitting behind his eyes, something he hadn’t said yet, and I waited. 

“Last time,” he started, then stopped, jaw working. “Last time he put a bullet in you. You were wearing a vest and I still heard that shot and I still” He exhaled hard through his nose. “I still see it. Some nights I still hear it.” 

“Damien” 

– 

“I need you to understand something.” He looked at me, and what was in his eyes wasn’t just fear — it was something harder, something that had been quietly calcifying since the night Marcus escaped. “I meant what I said to him after the arrest. I wanted him to get help. I wanted my brother back. But if he touches you again, Aria – if he so much as” His voice dropped low. “I won’t be looking for a way to reach him this time. I won’t be crouching beside him asking him to choose better. Whatever mercy I had left for Marcus Blackwood, he is spending it right now just by making you walk into that 

room.” 

The room was very quiet. 

“I need you to know that going in,” he said. “Because I need you to come out. That’s the only version of this I can live with.” 

I held his gaze and nodded, slowly and deliberately, because some things deserved more than words. 

He sat with it for one more moment, holding on, and I let him, because sometimes love is just holding on while someone you love does something that terrifies you, and there’s nothing to do but hold on and trust them. 

“Barnes,” Damien said, loud enough to carry across the room. 

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The detective turned. 

“She’s doing this.” Each word sounded like it had been dragged up from somewhere deep and difficult. “So let’s talk about how we make absolutely certain she comes 

home.” 

We spent the rest of the day planning, and I listened to every detail with my hands steady in my lap, mapping every variable, cataloguing every contingency. This was what I did. This was, in fact, exactly the kind of thinking that had built Monroe Global from nothing – the ability to look at risk without flinching, find the territory inside it, and make the calculated move. 

Marcus thought I was a target. He didn’t understand yet what I’d do to protect those I loved. 

That evening, after Barnes left and Noah was finally asleep, I stood in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror for a long time. No strategy, no armor – just me, asking the honest question underneath all the logic. 

Are you scared? 

Yes. Deeply. 

Are you going to do it anyway? 

Also yes. 

I’splashed water on my face and went back out to where Damien sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. He looked up when I came in and said nothing, just reached for my hand and held it, and we stayed like that in the quiet for a long time. 

“Go to sleep,” I said finally. 

“I’ll sleep when you’re back safe,” he said without looking up. 

“Damien” 

“I’ll rest.” He shifted, pulling me down beside him and tucking me against his side. “I’ll close my eyes. But sleep” He shook his head slightly. “Not tonight.”