Damien stood halfway up the stairs, fists clenched at his sides, chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. He could still feel her presence behind him. She hadn’t walked away. She was still waiting and silently watching him.
He didn’t know if that unsettled him more than the fact that she had spoken with such boldness.
No fear, no hesitation. Just her voice, steady and sure, questioning him like she had every right.
And maybe she did because if he were in her shoes, he would want to know too.
Why a man old enough to be her father had been staring at her while she was undressed.
Damien finally turned slowly, gaze meeting hers at the foot of the stairs. Her arms were crossed, expression calm, but there was something in her eyes. A quiet challenge.
He opened his mouth to say someth
