Aria POV
That Evening
Noah was finally asleep after three stories and two glasses of water. I closed his door quietly and headed back to the living room where Damien waited.
"He's out," I reported, collapsing onto the couch beside him. The leather was cool against my bare arms. I could smell the faint scent of Damien's cologne mixed with the wine he'd opened.
"Good." Damien handed me a glass of wine. His fingers brushed mine as I took it, the glass was cold and smooth. "We need to talk about your idea."
"My idea?"
"The one I saw forming when the detective called." He turned to face me as his knee touched mine. "You want to draw Marcus out. Use ourselves as bait."
"It's the only way." I sipped the wine. "He won't stop, Damien. He'll keep escalating until someone gets hurt. So we control when and where he makes his move."
"It's dangerous."
