Chapter 6

The moon cast a cold glow over the packhouse, bathing the walls in silver as I silently folded another piece of clothing into my suitcase.

It was almost time.

For days, I had been packing little by little, careful not to raise suspicion. A dress tucked into the bottom of a trunk, a few of my belongings stored away beneath my bed.

They thought I was preparing for my wedding.

I was preparing to leave.

I had no interest in a bachelorette party. What was there to celebrate?

But Damon?

He had no such hesitation.

His bachelor party had been…