Lena stood at the entrance of Damian’s office, her gaze fixed on him with a defiance that both unsettled and excited her. The last few days had shifted the balance of power between them, and she wasn’t sure what it all meant. She had expected to feel more in control after their heated kiss at the gallery event but instead, she found herself teetering on the edge, drawn to him in a way that both terrified and intrigued her.
Damian’s eyes flicked up from the papers on his desk, his cold, calculating expression never faltering. His posture was immaculate, his jaw set in that way that made her wonder if he was ever anything less than in control. But she knew better now—he wasn’t invincible. He was human, just like her, and beneath all that ice, there was something far more dangerous, somethin
