Elena didn’t breathe for a moment, she couldn’t. Not when the tension in the penthouse was thick enough to choke her, not when Damian and Michael stood like two opposing storms about to collide. The air vibrated with danger, jealousy, and something darker neither man wanted to name.
She stood between them, her pulse drumming in her ears, aware that one wrong move could set either of them off.
Damian’s jaw flexed dangerously. “You think disappearing all night without telling anyone was smart?” His voice was low, quiet, but it held the promise of destruction.
Michael cut in before Elena could speak, stepping in front of her protectively. “She wasn’t with strangers. She was with me. And she needed space from both of us.”
Elena winced. That wasn’t helping.
Damian’s eyes darkened in a way
