Chapter 16
Elena’s POV
The click of the lock still echoed in the quiet room when Damien turned back toward the bed.
He stood there for a moment, looking at me in the low light. The open shirt hung loosely from his shoulders. His expression was no longer the controlled distance I had grown used to. Something darker and more focused sat in his eyes now.
He walked toward the bed slowly, each step deliberate, until he stood at the edge of the mattress.
I remained where he had placed me, the cool sheets against my back, my pulse steady but elevated. The robe was gone. Only the thin nightclothes remained between us. When he reached down and brushed the nightwear from my shoulder, the touch was firm and unhurried.
“You had the chance to walk away,” he said quietly. “You didn’t.”
I met his
