Damien
The door slammed behind me, hard enough to shake the walls.
Aria spun around from the dresser, half-dressed, towel wrapped around her, her hair still wet from the shower. She froze when she saw my face. I didn’t even try to hide it this time. The anger, the disgust, the confusion twisting through me all night it was right there for her to see.
“Tell me the truth now,” I said, stepping closer. My voice came out rough, low. “Tell me the f*****g truth.”
Her eyes widened. “Damien… what are you talking about?”
“Don’t play that game with me.” My hand came up, pointing at her, shaking. “You lying, dirty slut.”
Her lips parted, her chest rose quick, but she didn’t say a word.
I kept going, words pouring before I could stop them. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?
I step
