That Solace Voice

Artemis' POV

The sun had begun to set, light crept through the large windows of the Parisian penthouse, casting a soft golden hue across the room. But no amount of beauty could ease the storm inside me.

I sat on the plush couch, my legs curled beneath me, staring blankly ahead. My mind wouldn't stop racing. It had been hours since we arrived, hours since I last saw Aiden.

And still—no call.

My stomach twisted painfully.

The only sound in the room was the occasional cooing from Elara as she sat in front of me, propped up with pillows, playing with her plush bunny, the same one Bella had given her at the naming ceremony. She grabbed at its ears, giggling softly to herself, completely unaware of the tension suffocating the room.

Damian, on the other hand, was a blur of movement. He had been busy since we landed, securing every possible entrance, placing guards in key positions, and double-checking our safety measures.