Damien's POV
I slam the car door harder than necessary. The sound reverberates through the driveway, bouncing off the walls of the estate like a war cry. My boots crunch against the gravel as I storm inside, the tension in my jaw stiff, my teeth grinding. Jaxon’s words are still ringing in my head, gnawing at the edge of my patience.
I don’t need his lectures. I don’t need anyone to remind me of what I did. I know. I replay it on loop. The moment I hurled her across the wall. The crack of her body hitting the wall. The flash of her eyes right before she passed out. I felt something twist in me, but I buried it. I had to.
She’s a threat.
I walk straight through the wide foyer, ignoring the maids who freeze when they see me. Everyone always does. They know better than to talk to me when
