Aria pov
"So were the security team Marcus got past," Damien said coldly, his jaw clenched tight.
Martha's jaw tightened, a muscle twitching near her temple. "I'll be in touch," she said curtly before turning on her heel.
She left, her partner following quickly behind. The house fell quiet again except for the muted sounds of security patrolling outside.
"You can't seriously be considering this," Damien said, his voice low and strained as he turned to face me.
"I'm considering anything that ends this nightmare," I replied, moving away from him, needing space to think. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more dangerous than the last. "Marcus is terrorizing us. He's threatening our son. If there's a way to stop him"
"Not by putting yourself in danger," he interrupted sharply, following me across the room.
