Damien’s POV
“Are you out of your goddamn mind, Ellie?” I growled, voice low and sharp, slicing through the silence like a knife.
The steering wheel groaned beneath my tightening grip.
“It’s just a little favor, Damien,” she said gently, voice small, as if she already knew I was a grenade seconds from exploding.
“No. No, it’s not just a little favor. You need a damn crisis team,” I snapped. “You want me to accommodate your pregnant friend? Who’s being abused by her boyfriend? Here?”
“She’s scared, Damien—”
“And you think my house is a f*****g shelter for the abused?”
Silence crackled on the line.
I could almost see her flinch.
I ran a hand through my hair, jaw locked. “What place do you even have to care for someone going through that? You’re still being dragged through your own g
