CHAPTER 11
Selene Carter didn’t sleep that night. She lay on her side, staring at the ceiling of the room Damien had carried her into hours earlier, the bandage still wrapped tightly around her ankle.
She could still feel his hands on her skin, the rough brush of his fingers against her wound, the way his jaw clenched when she asked him why he cared.
And his answer—I don’t.
But she had seen the flicker of something else behind his eyes. Fear, maybe. Or truth.
The following morning came with its usual storm—Damien’s world never slowed, never gave room to breathe.
An emergency charity gala had been scheduled last minute due to a merger announcement from one of his competitors.
The entire city's elite would be there. Every camera. Every vulture with a microphone.
Selene wore the dr
