*Isabella's POV*
Damien looked down at my squirming, pathetic form one last time, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then he turned, beginning to walk away, leaving me a f*****g mess on the couch.
"Wait," I said, my voice so low it was barely a whisper, but I knew he heard it. He always heard me.
He stopped, but he didn't turn around. "What?" he asked, his voice cold, clipped, like he was talking to a stranger.
"Where are you going?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"To bed," he said, turning his head just enough to deliver the line with a dismissive finality before starting to walk away again, leaving me there, squirming and aching.
Panic, hot and sharp, shot through me. I scrambled up, grabbing his wrist, stopping him before he got too far. "Damien," I whimpered, my voice cracking. "Are you
