*Isabella's POV*
"Jacob. Isabella."
The voice cut through the air—thick, husky, commanding.
That voice. Damien's voice had a physical f*****g presence, like it crawled over your skin and settled in your bones. It was scary as hell and yet thrilling in a way that made my stomach twist. Powerful. Demanding. Dominating.
I loved that voice. God help me, I f*****g loved it. But right now? It was more terrifying than anything else. And there he was, the owner of the voice, standing in the doorway, catching us red-handed.
Jacob froze against me, his lips still inches from mine, his hand still burning hot against the small of my back. My pulse thundered in my ears. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Damien's gaze flicked between us, sharp and unreadable, and suddenly the air in the room felt
