Damien's POV
The sight of them together annoyed me more than I cared to admit.
Julian and Remi.
It shouldn't bother me. Hell, I'd spent years making peace with the fact that my Boy Scout of a brother always managed to get the girl. And if anyone deserved her, it was him. Julian had lived like a saint since he lost his mate—practically a monk compared to me. A stolen kiss here, a fleeting connection there, but nothing permanent. Nothing messy.
Not like me.
I'd lived loud and reckless, the way I always had. I didn't wallow or dwell; I moved on. Call it self-preservation or sheer stubbornness, but I didn't let myself linger in feelings I couldn't control. I made questionable choices, sure, but I didn't apologize for them.
Until now.
Pouring myself another drink, I waite
