Kiera's P.O.V.
I barely had time to catch my breath before the sound of Damian’s phone vibrating shattered the tense silence between us. He was still standing by the dresser, his bare chest rising and falling with the remnants of our heated moment. But the second his gaze flicked to the screen, everything shifted.
His body tensed. Jaw clenched.
Then, without a word, he turned the screen toward me.
Isadora: Did you like my little gift? I bet she did.
My stomach dropped.
The weight of the night came crashing down on me all at once. The way I’d come home, wild and restless. The way I’d thrown myself at Damian, as if I were trying to chase something away. I had been—except I hadn’t realized it until now.
Damian’s golden eyes burned into me, demanding an explanation I wasn’t sure I could
