Elena
“Going somewhere, Lena?” Damien leaned against the door of my bedroom and watched me. He was still shirtless, his unbelievably muscled chest gleaming with sweat. His fingers gripped the ends of a fluffy white towel hanging around his neck. There were small, soiled bandages wrapped around his fingers, and I could see the calluses on his hands. What had he been doing after dropping that bombshell news on my mom earlier?
I was mad at her for hiding it from me, her only daughter. While Damien and the entire world knew about it, I felt like a fool for my ignorance. Maybe she didn’t trust me well enough. It hurt, but I deserved it. I had never been there for her. I had defied her wishes and escaped four years ago.
“Going to university.” I tried to ignore the heat emanating from his body
