Date = 23 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV - Damion
“Hi, Sorella (Italian = sister)!” Alejandro’s voice cuts through the kitchen like he owns the place. He strides in, all confidence and teeth, scoops Mel up from behind, and swings her clean off her feet.
“Eeehh!” she shrieks — pure surprise — before looping her arms around his neck and laughing breathlessly. She leans in and whispers something in his ear.
Something private.
His eyes flick to me over her shoulder. Cold. Assessing. Like he’s measuring the distance between us, weighing something invisible.
Mel murmurs a few more words before slipping out of his arms. Whatever she says flips a switch — his mouth curves into a slow, wicked grin, lighting up his eyes like he’s just been handed a secret weapon.
I hate
