Damien’s POV
I didn’t speak for a full ten seconds.
Not because I didn’t have anything to say. But because everything I wanted to say would’ve sounded like a f*****g war drum.
“You’re not staying at my house and that's final.”
Cleo shrugged one delicate shoulder, completely unfazed. “Take it up with your HR department. Or Davidson. Or fate. I’m just following orders.”
“Bullshit.”
Her grin widened. “You always hated coincidences. But this one? It’s delicious.”
I stalked toward her. “You think this is a game?”
“No,” she said softly. “I think this is karma.”
We stood inches apart now. The air between us was tight, electric. Dangerous.
“You better get out of my sight.”
She didn’t blink. “Or what?”
I stared at her, barely containing the sheer fury that was building in my chest. My
