Two days had passed and Aria was still asleep in ICU Room 1.
Damien had officially tripled the security detail. There were now six armed contractors stationed in the hallway, two inside the room, and a cyber-security sweep running every hour.
He wasn't taking any chances.
With the room secure, Damien had returned to the Sinclair Penthouse for the first time in nine days to shower, change, and prepare for the Vanity Fair exclusive.
Zoe stood in the private, climate-controlled underground parking garage of Sinclair Tower, sipping an iced matcha and tapping her foot anxiously.
The private elevator pinged. The brushed steel doors slid open.
Damien stepped out, and Zoe dropped her matcha.
He looked flawless.
