Damien’s POV
“You think I’m trying to control you because I care where you go?”
The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
The moment they settled between us, I regretted them.
Ofelia stood several feet away, her handbag resting against her side and anger still burning in her eyes. But beneath the anger, something shifted. Surprise. Curiosity. A dangerous hope I had no right to create.
I should have corrected myself immediately.
I should have said I cared because she was an employee, because she lived in my house, because Victoria would blame me if anything happened to her.
Any explanation would have been safer than the truth.
Instead, I remained silent.
Ofelia’s grip tightened around the strap of her bag.
“What did you mean by that?”
“Nothing.”
Her eyebrows rose.
“Noth
