Sophia hesitated.
"I don't know.
The number was untraceable.
But whoever it was… they wanted me to find you."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Even the air seemed to hold its breath.
Isabella's heart pounded.
"So someone knows where we are."
"Or," Damian said slowly, "someone wants us to believe that."
Sophia leaned back, uneasy.
"You think it's a setup?"
"Could be," Damian replied. "Or it could be a warning."
He stood, running a hand through his hair, the morning light catching the scar along his jaw.
For a brief second, Isabella saw not the cold, calculated man but the weary one beneath the armor.
Sophia broke the silence with a forced smile.
"Well, if this is a setup, they'll have to do better than sending me.
I didn't even bring coffee."
That made Isabella laugh softly, a sound that seemed to chase the darkness from the room, if only for a moment.
Damian turned toward her, his voice low, almost tender.
"Do you trust her?"
