Chapter 113

Victoria's POV I ended my call with Grace after reassuring her. "I might not be back tonight. Get some sleep, okay?" "Alright, I won't wait up then," Grace replied, finally sounding relieved now that she knew I was safe. "Just be careful." "I will. Sleep well." After hanging up, the car fell into an awkward silence. The confined space suddenly felt charged with unspoken words and lingering tension. I fidgeted with my hands, pressing my fingernails into my palms as I searched for something—anything—appropriate to say. Several times I opened my mouth to speak, only to close it again. Nora nudged inside me, encouraging me to acknowledge what had happened, what he'd done for us. Finally, I gathered my courage. "Damien, thank you." The words felt inadequate for what he'd done tonight, but they were all I could manage. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, but I caught the subtle quirk of his lips. "Does this make me your official savior now?" His tone was light, but there was something