Damien’s POV
I stormed into my room like a man with no soul left to lose.
Cleo’s screams echoed faintly behind me—muffled now by distance and solid walls. Or maybe by Jaxon’s fist. Either way, I didn’t give a f**k.
The second the bedroom door slammed shut, I stripped off my shirt, kicked off my pants, and marched straight into the bathroom, bare feet slapping against cold marble. The lights flicked on with a motion sensor’s hum, and I stepped under the freezing downpour of the shower without pause.
The cold hit me like a punch, but I welcomed it. I needed it.
I braced both hands against the tile wall, head bowed under the spray as water coursed down my body. My fists clenched.
Fucking Cleo.
I should’ve thrown her out weeks ago. The only reason she’d lasted this long was because of h
