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Damian wanted to argue that Zachary was perfectly capable of handling things alone, but Scarlett was already walking away, heading straight for the elevator.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He watched her retreating back, a persistent sense of dread coiling in his gut.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zachary, too, had picked up on Scarlett\u2019s odd demeanor. \u201cGo after her, Damian,\u201d he urged quietly. \u201cI\u2019ve got things covered here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Freed from his hesitation, Damian immediately took off after her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time he reached the street outside the apartment complex, he saw Scarlett sliding into the back seat of a taxi.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was too late to stop her. The car pulled away from the curb.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But it wasn\u2019t heading south toward the part of the city she\u2019d mentioned. It was going north.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In that moment, Damian\u2019s suspicion was confirmed\u2013she had lied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without a second thought, he flagged down the next cab. \u201cFollow that car,\u201d he instructed the driver.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a thirty\u2013minute drive, the taxi ahead stopped at the entrance of a residential complex.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett got out and began walking toward the gates, blending with a few other residents returning home.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just before she could pass through, Damian caught up and grabbed her arm, pulling her back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d he demanded, his voice tight with a mix of anger and fear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett turned, momentarily startled to see him. She quickly schooled her features into an expression of innocent confusion. \u201cI\u2019m not doing anything.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian\u2019s gaze was sharp enough to cut glass. \u201cYou said you were going to the south side for pork shanks. This is the north side.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett glanced around vaguely, as if noticing her surroundings for the first time. \u201cOh. I\u2026 I must have gotten the directions mixed up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian didn\u2019t buy the act for a second. He didn\u2019t care about wrong turns or mixed\u2013up addresses. He tightened his grip on her arm. \u201cYou\u2019re coming back with me. Now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going back,\u201d Scarlett retorted, trying to pull her arm free. \u201cYou go if you want to.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Her defiance made her intentions perfectly clear. She had come here deliberately.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian released her hand, his expression turning grave. \u201cScarlett. Tell me the truth. What is this about?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy can\u2019t you just stop interfering?\u201d she shouted, her composure finally cracking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The outburst stunned Damian, but he reached for her hand again, more gently this time. \u201cLet\u2019s go. Please.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She resisted, pulling back. In the brief struggle, a small folding knife she\u2019d concealed in her sleeve clattered onto the pavement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They both looked down. Scarlett lunged to grab it, but Damian was faster, placing his foot firmly on top of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now he understood completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His brow furrowed in dismay. \u201cWhy are you carrying a knife?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was the final straw for Scarlett. All the tension in her body snapped. \u201cBecause Elias is an animal!\u201d she screamed, her voice breaking. \u201cHe deserves to die! I\u2019m going to find him and cut him so he can never hurt anyone again!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian grabbed both her hands, holding them firmly. \u201cAnd after you do that, what happens to you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll turn myself in,\u201d she said, the words rushing out as if she\u2019d rehearsed them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what about me?\u201d Damian pressed, his voice low and intense. \u201cWhat happens to me then?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett shook her head, tears streaming down her face. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Holding the knife, she really had believed she could go through with it. But deep down, she knew she didn\u2019t have the stomach for such violence,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, she had come. Even if all she did was scream at him or slap his face, she needed to feel she was standing up for Claire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing her so utterly broken, a fierce ache gripped Damian\u2019s heart. He pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing her head against his chest. \u201cTrust me,\u201d he murmured into her hair, his voice soft but firm. \u201cI\u2019ll make sure he pays. Properly.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett trembled with rage and grief. \u201cEven if he\u2019s locked away forever, it won\u2019t give Claire back what he took!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cI know,\u201d Damian said, his large hand gently stroking her hair. \u201cI know it won\u2019t. But please, trust me to handle this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing the steady certainty in his voice, Scarlett\u2019s frantic energy began to drain fight left her body, leaving only exhaustion. Finally, she whispered a faint, \u201cOkay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once she was calm, Damian guided her back to Claire\u2019s apartment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As they reached the door, the sound of Claire\u2019s weeping spilled into the hallway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Inside, Zachary was holding her, his voice a constant, low murmur. \u201cIt\u2019s over\u2026 You have to stop punishing yourself. Please.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Claire wasn\u2019t listening. \u201cLet go of me. Just go away.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zachary only held her tighter. \u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her cries grew more desperate. \u201cPlease\u2026 just leave me alone for a little while. Is that too much to ask?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing this from the doorway, Scarlett took a deep, steadying breath and walked in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
On the way back, she had indeed made a detour to the south side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She held up a takeout bag. \u201cClaire, look. I got the slow\u2013cooked pork shanks you like from that place. Do you want to try some?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the sight of Scarlett seemed to have the opposite effect. Instead of calming down, Claire became more hysterical. \u201cGet out!\u201d she screamed, her voice raw and shattered. \u201cAll of you, just get out!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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