Chapter 124
POV: Serene
I sat quietly on the couch, legs tucked beneath me, the folder of ancient symbols and secrets left forgotten on the coffee table. Mira hadn’t said anything in a while. She just sat beside me, her phone in her lap, watching the clock tick toward 6:00 PM.
And then, finally, I heard the familiar slam of the front door.
Footsteps. Calm. Heavy.
Damian.
He was back.
1 stiffened.
Mira stood up almost immediately and turned toward the hall. “He’s here,” she whispered under her breath. “You okay?”
1 gave a small nod, but my chest felt too tight to speak,
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Damian entered a moment later. His black coat still dusted with faint signs of travel, the slight wrinkle in his collar betraying the hours
he must’ve spent at the meeting. Mafia drama clung to him like a second skin, but the moment his eyes landed on me, it peeled away.
He stopped. “Serene.”
I didn’t answer. I just stared at the floor.
Mira cleared her throat. “We… had a lot happen while you were gone.”
He turned to her. “What happened?”
Mira walked over to the table, grabbing the folder. “Dreams. Symbols. Serene’s mom. The Crimson Line.”
Damian’s brow furrowed. He walked over and took the file, flipping through it slowly. His eyes grew darker with each page.
“She dreamt of a rune,” Mira said. “And her wrist is glowing. That… bond scar of yours is reacting to something.”
“Sh’t,” he muttered under his breath.
“She’s stronger than we thought,” Mira added. “And someone–maybe Isa the one she mentioned is trying to reach her.”
I heard the paper crinkle in his hands, but I still didn’t look up. It was too much. The past, the dreams, the bloodline, the missing
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necklace–it all pressed down on me like stones.
A moment passed, and then I felt the couch shift as Damian sat beside me. His warmth was immediate.
“Serene,” he said softly.
I finally looked at him.
His eyes–stormy gray–held more emotion than I’d ever seen before. Guilt. Worry. And something fierce underneath.
“I should’ve been here,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I said. “I didn’t tell you because… I didn’t want to unravel while you were gone.”
He exhaled, shaking his head. “You don’t have to carry this alone.”
I nodded slowly, trying not to fall apart under the weight of his gaze.
Then, just like that, his entire expression shifted. The darkness in his eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Alright,” he said, standing.
I blinked. “What?”
“You,” he said, pointing at me, “are getting dressed. You and I have a date tonight. 7 p.m.”
I stared at him, mouth open. “A date?”
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“Yes.” He smirked. “No world–ending discussions. No ancient runes. No disappearing necklaces. Just you. Me. And something stronger than
wine.”
I almost laughed.
“You’re serious?”
“As death. Wear something you feel dangerous in.”
7:00 PM
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Our Escape
I took my time.
For once, I didn’t pick something safe. I wore a silky crimson dress that draped like water, slit high on the thigh and barely zipped in the
back. My hair was pinned loosely to one side, and I applied lipstick the color of blood roses.
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When I stepped down the stairs, Damian was already waiting by the door.
He looked up-
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And stopped breathing.
His shirt was black satin, open at the collar, paired with dark gray slacks that clung to his hips far too well. His hair was brushed back but still wild enough to match his smirk.
He looked at me like I’d invented fire.
“Damn.”
I laughed, suddenly shy. “Too much?”
“Serene,” he said, crossing the room, taking my hand in his. “You could wear that and start a war.”
He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. “If I had my way, we’d skip dinner entirely.”
“You said dinner.”
“I know what I said,” he whispered.
He opened the car door for me, then slid into the driver’s seat like he owned the world.
The Restaurant
The restaurant he picked was candlelit and tucked between buildings like a secret. The maître d‘ greeted him by name and took us to a booth by the window, where the city sparkled like shattered stars.
He ordered wine. I didn’t even see him glance at the menu.
“So,” he said, lounging in his seat with that cocky confidence, “if you could run away and never look back… where would you go?”
I raised a brow. “Are you planning something criminal?”
“Always,” he said, winking.
I smiled. “Somewhere with trees. Big ones. The kind that speak if you’re quiet long enough.”
“Magical forest cottage type?”
“With hidden libraries and a garden,” I said. “Maybe even a cat named Trouble.”
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He leaned forward, sipping his wine. “You’re such a soft girl for someone who once threatened to set me on fire.”
“Still might.”
He grinned. “Your turn.”
“Okay.” I raised a brow. “What do you actually want, Damian?”
“Short term?”
“Yeah.”
“I want tonight,” he said simply. “Just this. You. No shadows. No ghosts.”
“And long term?”
He tilted his head. “You.”
My breath caught.
He didn’t flinch.
“I’ve lived a thousand violent moments,” he said, “and every single one of them led me to this booth, this night, and this woman.”
“Damian-”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he added quickly. “Just… let me give you tonight.”
I took a sip of wine. “You’re surprisingly good at this.”
“I’ve been practicing on imaginary dates with you for weeks.”
I laughed.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m yours,” he said. “That’s close.”
Dinner blurred into flirtation.
We shared dishes. Stole bites from each other’s plates. He dabbed sauce from my lip with his thumb, and I rolled my eyes but blushed
anyway.
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When dessert came, it was a molten cake with something golden in the center.
“Try it,” he said.
I did.
And moaned.
He blinked. “Do that again and I’ll take you u
nder the table.”
“Damian!”
He leaned closer, voice dropping. “Just sayin‘–you keep doing things like that, this date might end in an arrest.”
“Pervert.”
“Proud of it.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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