The silence in the penthouse was louder than any fight they’d ever had.
Calla stood by the tall windows, arms wrapped around herself, watching the city lights flicker like distant stars. Damian was behind her, unmoving. Not pacing, not shouting — just still. And that was worse.
Because stillness meant control.
And control, in Damian Vale’s world, was always dangerous.
“You kissed her,” she said finally, her voice low but sharp.
Damian exhaled like the truth burned his lungs. “It wasn’t—”
“Don’t,” she cut in. “Don’t tell me it wasn’t what it looked like. I saw it. I saw you.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “It didn’t mean anything.”
She turned slowly to face him, eyes glossy but steady. “That’s the part that hurts the most.”
He stepped forward. “Calla—”
She moved back. “No. Not t
