Aria POV
"We need to be together," he said quietly. "All three of us, in one secure location."
"No." The refusal was automatic. "Damien, that's"
"The only option." He came around to face me. "Aria, Marcus is escalating. Today it was photographs. Tomorrow it could be an actual attempt."
"So we're supposed to just move in together? Play house while your psychotic brother stalks us?" I rolled my eyes, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh yes, let's go back to your penthouse—you know, the one where we found eleven cameras and eight audio devices" i lowered my voice "The one where your brother watched us have sex? That sounds like a brilliant plan, Damien. Really top-notch security you've got there."
"Not that penthouse." His voice was calm, but something flickered in his eyes. "A different one."
I blinked. "What?"
