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Eira’s POV

I hit the ground with a thud, pain shooting up my hips. I shut my eyes, trying not to groan, and looked up to see a girl with soft brown hair twisted into a messy bun glaring down at me—hatred and tears flickering in her eyes.

I took a deep breath, trying to control the rage building inside me. One wrong move and I might actually punch her.

“Leave her alone, Luna."

A deep male voice rang out from behind me. I turned my head to see who it was, only to find a man in a black suit, his blond hair tousled like he’d walked out of a fashion magazine—Enzo.

I rolled my eyes as he strode over to us. “Or you’ll need plastic surgery after the damage she does to you,” he added with a smirk. “Speaking from experience.”

He pointed to his nose, still bandaged from the time I had—quite elegantly—broken it. Luna rolled her eyes as Enzo reached down, offering me his hand to help me up. I ignored it, pushing myself off the ground.

He smirked. “Great choice. Who knows, I might’ve pushed you back down.”

I glared at him, unimpressed. He raised both hands in mock surrender.

“Calm down, feisty diva. I was just joking.”

“Where’s my room?” I snapped, ignoring his teasing.

He pointed upstairs. “To the right. Third door.”

Luna scoffed, drawing our attention.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” she said with a sneer. “Soon, you’ll end up dead like the other sluts Damien brought here.”

God. What a child.

I ignored her and made my way upstairs, Enzo trailing behind me. Of course, I had a personal bodyguard now—how lovely.

My heels clicked against the marble floor as I stopped in front of what was apparently my new room. I wrapped my fingers around the sleek metal knob, twisted it, and opened the door.

“What now? Planning to watch me change?” I said sarcastically as Enzo followed close behind.

He cleared his throat and stepped back quickly, just before I slammed the door in his face and locked it behind me.

With a sigh, I walked into the walk-in closet, stopping in front of the mirror. My lipstick was smudged, and the black bodysuit I wore was slightly disheveled.

I slowly removed my jewelry, my thoughts drifting to a few hours ago.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. The plan was to steal the pendrive from Damien Russo—not become his personal plaything. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Miera—the head of my department—was going to be furious.

I wiped off my makeup and changed into a pair of black leggings and a white hoodie that had already been provided for me. My hand drifted to my neck, fingers closing around the delicate butterfly pendant. I fumbled with it for a moment before pressing a small hidden button—activating the distress signal. It would be sent straight to headquarters, along with my current location. All I had to do now was wait—either for someone to come or for further instructions.

I flinched at the sudden knock on the door. Quickly, I tucked the pendant beneath my hoodie and slipped on my usual cool façade. Composing myself, I walked over and opened the door—only to nearly get crushed under Enzo's weight as he stumbled forward, having leaned too heavily against it.

He regained his balance just in time and brushed off his coat.

“I didn’t expect you to open the door so fast,” he said with a sheepish smile.

“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

Enzo raised an eyebrow, amused. “Dinner,” he said simply.

I wiped my sweaty palm on the front of my hoodie. Why the hell was I nervous?

“I’m not hungry,” I replied, starting to close the door—but then I heard it.

A deep, husky voice from behind Enzo.

“Let her decide that herself.”

I froze.

Damien...