They left the café, Damien leading the way as they moved through the corridors of the adjoining hotel.
Natasha's mind raced as they approached the room he had booked. She followed behind, her eyes locked on his back, her fists clenched at her sides.
The walls felt like they were closing in on her as her anger simmered.
Damien opened the door, stepping inside first. Natasha hesitated for a moment, her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths, before following him into the dimly lit room.
The door clicked shut behind them, the silence hanging heavy in the air.
She turned to face him, her eyes burning with suspicion. "What if this doesn't work?" she demanded. "What if you're just another liar?"
Damien stepped closer, his presence looming but not threatening. "If I'm lying, you can kill me right here," he said softly, his voice firm, "but if I'm not, you'll finally have what you've been chasing for so long."
