Chapter 8

The house was too quiet. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of wind against the windows set my nerves on edge.

I paced the room, my mind racing as I replayed the scene with Elijah. He had left so suddenly, his expression unreadable, his body language tense. Something had changed, and it terrified me that I didn’t know what.

I stood by the window, staring out at the long driveway, the faint glow of the moon illuminating the path Elijah had taken when he stormed out.

My heart was still pounding in my chest, the adrenaline from our confrontation lingering in my veins. I should have felt relief that he was gone, even if only temporarily. But I didn’t. His absence only made the weight of my situation sink in deeper.

What was I supposed to do now?

A part of me wanted to run, to escape while I had the chance. But where would I go? Damian’s house was no longer a home to me. And even if I went back, would it be any better than the prison I was in now? Damian’s anger was unpredictab