Aria's POV - Next Morning
I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar floor-to-ceiling windows and a moment of complete disorientation.
This wasn't my bed, it wasn't the room I was familiar with. The mattress was too perfect, the view too breathtaking.
Then it all came flooding back. Marcus. The threats, moving into Damien's new penthouse for safety.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. 7:23 AM. Noah would be up soon, if he wasn't already.
I threw on the robe someone had laid out for me—and padded out into the hallway.
The smell of bacon hit me first. Then Noah's laughter, bright and carefree. I followed the sounds to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway.
Damien stood at the stove, wearing jeans and a fitted black t-shirt that did absolutely unfair things to his shoulders. Noah sat on the counter beside him, wearing superhero pajamas, chattering away while Damien cooked.
