Cheryl’s POV
Aiden’s head snapped sideways from the force of the punch, and I froze.
My breath caught in my throat as I stared—horrified, stunned, completely unable to move.
Damon’s fist was still clenched, his knuckles already turning red from the impact. Aiden barely reacted at first, just rolling his jaw like he was testing if it was still intact. But then—he smiled.
Blood stained his lips as his smirk grew, his tongue darting out to taste the metallic tang of his own blood like he was enjoying this. His eyes darkened, glinting with something dangerously close to amusement.
"To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" Aiden sneered, his voice dripping with mockery, the smirk on his face infuriatingly smug.
Damon still had him by the collar, his chest heaving, his muscles coiled with
