Chapter 48: Morning Wounds and Warnings
(Elina's POV)
Damon Blackwood stood in my bedroom, shirtless. His toned chest and broad shoulders practically radiated dominance, his alpha scent saturating the space. I froze, unsure if my pounding chest came from embarrassment or frustration. Probably both.
“Damon?” My voice came out sharper than I’d intended. “What are you doing in my bedroom?”
He turned toward me, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. His lip curled into a smirk, the amusement clear on his face. "Good morning to you too," he said smoothly, his tone laced with teasing. "Didn't expect you to be awake yet."
I sat up quickly, clutching the blanket to my chest in some faint attempt at preserving my dignity. "That didn’t answer my question," I bit out, my cheeks heating a
