Dorian POV
Damian was speaking. I knew he was because his lips were moving and he kept laughing like a fool in between whatever he was saying, but none of it reached me.
My gaze was fixed on Rhea, who had stopped scrubbing the floor and was now wiping down the shelves with slow, careful strokes. Her hair kept falling into her face as she moved from one corner to another.
“You know she’s off limits.” Those were the only words that slid through the noise in my head loud enough to stick. My eyes shifted to Damian and I raised a brow at him.
He shifted in his seat and exhaled, the mood shifting with him. “You know she’s with my brother,” he said quietly. “And I know you very well. If you keep looking at her like that, I might get the wrong idea.”
The room froze as Damian’s usual playful n
