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His threat, though sharp, felt hollow\u2013more a product of worry than true menace.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett stared at the small, crumbling shed ahead. Fearful of being trapped if it fully collapsed, she quickly relented and told Damian her location.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words were barely out of her mouth when the structure gave way completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A cloud of dust and debris rained down, covering the car\u2019s hood. The windshield cracked under the impact of falling bricks, a spiderweb of fractures spreading across the glass.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t dare move, terrified that any shift might trigger another collapse. So she stayed put, frozen in the driver\u2019s seat, waiting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
About ten minutes later, Damian\u2019s car screeched to a halt nearby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing Scarlett\u2019s vehicle half\u2013buried under dirt and rubble, his heart dropped. Without a second thought, he rushed forward and began clearing the debris with his bare hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he finally wrenched the car door open, he found Scarlett sitting helplessly inside, her face pale.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment she saw him, her composure broke. Her eyes reddened, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A fierce ache clenched Damian\u2019s chest. He leaned in, carefully lifting her from the seat. One arm cradled her, his other hand coming up to gently stroke her back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d he murmured into her hair, his voice soft. \u201cDon\u2019t cry. I\u2019m here. I\u2019ve got you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His comfort only made her cry harder. Her voice shook as she confessed, \u201cI thought I was going to die.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was sobbing, though she couldn\u2019t say if it was from the shock of survival, or from the memory of seeing Vincent and Sabrina together in that car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So many emotions were tangled inside her, heavy and suffocating. For now, she just let them\u00a0<\/p>\n
out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian held her close, letting her pour it all out against his chest, He rested his chin on her head, his eyes filled with a deep, helpless tenderness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t ask for explanations. Just being here with her, holding her, felt like enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Eventually, her tears subsided, leaving her drained but calmer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Remembering Claire, she lifted her head from Damian\u2019s shoulder. \u201cClaire\u2026 she\u2019s not answering her phone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian looked down at her. \u201cI know. Zachary\u2019s already looking for her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett blinked, confused. \u201cMr. Graham?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian still hadn\u2019t set her down, and she seemed to have forgotten she was in his arms. He nodded. \u201cThe person who met her challenge\u2026 It was Zachary.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he do that?\u201d Scarlett asked, puzzled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian gave a faint, knowing smile. \u201cMy guess? Because he\u2019s into her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett fell into thought. She had no idea Zachary was in love with Claire, or when he\u2019d even developed feelings for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, if Damian was saying this, it couldn\u2019t be groundless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett processed this, then simply said, \u201cOh.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finally noticing their position, she began to squirm. \u201cYou can put me down now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once her feet were firmly on the ground, she said, \u201cI need to go find Claire.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian didn\u2019t mind her pulling away. He just smiled, and before she could react, he took her hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s go meet Zachary. He should have found her by now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He led her to his car, opening the passenger door for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett glanced back at her wrecked vehicle\u2013the crumpled hood, the layer of dust and debris. \u201cMy car\u2026\u201d she said reluctantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian gently nudged her into the seat, leaned over to buckle her seatbelt, then straightened up with a reassuring smile. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it. I\u2019ll get you a new one.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett wasn\u2019t really thinking about a new car. Her only concern was Claire\u2019s safety, so she let the comment pass.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once Damian was in the driver\u2019s seat, he called Zachary. The car was quiet enough for Scarlett to hear Zachary\u2019s voice\u2013hoarse, strained, and clearly tense.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her heart leaped into her throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Damian, sensing the gravity, didn\u2019t press for details. \u201cWhere are you now?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAt Ms. Wright\u2019s apartment,\u201d Zachary replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian ended the call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The drive to Claire\u2019s neighborhood was filled with a tense silence. Scarlett\u2019s anxiety grew with every block.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When they arrived, Scarlett practically sprinted from the car to the building\u2019s entrance. Damian stayed close behind, a steadying presence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
On the tenth floor, as Scarlett rushed out of the elevator, she saw Claire\u2019s front door standing wide open. Zachary was framed in the doorway, his posture rigid.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From inside the apartment, she could hear the faint, muffled sound of Claire crying.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A fresh wave of fear gripped Scarlett, and she hurried forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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