ttan, the city lights blurring into streaks of color. The t

of Damian's jaw. He was a man at war with himself, she knew. Ha

eavily guarded underground garage,

house. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a 360-degree

er she lost the baby, Damian had brought

m on her arm, and pushed her into the ap

ice like ice. "You will not leave t

o frustrate him more than any argument would have. He had been prep

er hair a neat silver bun, appeared. "Mr. K

Damian said curtly. "Sh

pure disgust crossed his face. He turned to the housekeepe

flinched inwardly but kept her face impassive.

on unchanging, and gestured for Ar

ing at Aria again. He turned and strode out of the penthous

old bedroom, a full wardrobe of new clothes was waiting for her. She changed out of the wedding dress

ut the phone she had hidden in the layers of her weddi

to make th

ack onto her phone. Then she dialed a number. A calm, familiar voi

. In her last life, he'd been the only one who believed her when she finally tried to escape Blake's grip. He'd died trying to expose the truth. This time, she'd keep him out of the cr

replied. He asked no questions.

en wiped her phone cle

evenge web had been spun.

the city. Where had Damian gone? A pang of worry

ind him, to show him she had changed, to beg

gry, he always retreated to the same place. Elysium. The most exclusive private club in New York. He'd taken her there once

o find him. An idea sparked. She

e. More steel. "I know you answer only to Mr. Kensington. But I

vered. She hesitated for a long moment, then gave a stiff nod. "I can hav

r is all I nee

form-fitting dress from the closet.

man she barely recognized. The fear was

affic, Aria glanced at the massive billboards in Times Square. One o

thought.