The encounter in the lobby lingered in my mind long after I left the building. Damon’s glare, brief as it was, felt seared into my memory. I’d seen anger in his eyes before—cold, calculated, always restrained. But this was different. This was raw, unfiltered, like a storm barely held at bay. And it was aimed at Liam. Or maybe... at me?
The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I slid into my car. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles whitening.
“Get a grip, Ava,” I muttered, shaking my head as if that could dislodge the swirling confusion inside it.
The drive home was a blur, the city lights blending into a kaleidoscope of hazy color. By the time I reached my apartment, the tension in my chest had settled into a dull ache. I kicked off my heels, sinking onto the couch and
