Remi's POV
The mansion had been unusually quiet until Damien strolled in with two hybrid bombshells on his arm. Their laughter echoed down the hall, light and flirtatious, cutting through the stillness like a blade. It wasn't surprising—Damien exuded charm in a way that made people flock to him.
And he loved it.
It wasn't hard to see why. With his dark, dangerous eyes and that maddening smirk that practically dared you to get closer, he was exactly the kind of person people couldn't look away from. Not that I cared. He'd been colder toward me than usual lately, and honestly, it was probably for the best. Still, I couldn't help rolling my eyes as I walked past him.
I caught a glimpse of Julian through the glass doors leading to the patio. He was standing there, staring out at
