Isabella POV
Sterling Tower felt different at midnight, emptier, more haunted, like the building itself was holding its breath. Our footsteps echoed through the marble lobby as Damien and I made our way to the executive elevators, the weight of Dr. Vasquez's dying words pressing down on me like a physical force.
You're not who you think you are.
The elevator ride to the top floor felt endless. Damien stood beside me, his presence both comforting and electric, his hand warm against the small of my back. We'd just survived a war with Marcus Blackwood, had seen him arrested and our companies saved, but instead of celebrating, we were about to uncover secrets that might change everything I believed about myself.
"Are you sure you want to do this tonight?" Damien asked quietly as the floors ticked by. "Whatever's in that safe has been there for years. It can wait until, "
