Damien's POV
I knew they had something. It was written all over their nauseating smiles, their stolen glances. But knowing and seeing are two very different things.
Walking into that cottage and finding Julian and Remi tangled in bed had been like taking a dagger straight to the chest. Julian—my saintly, self-righteous brother—had the girl. The girl who wasn't even mine to want, and yet, I couldn't stop thinking about her.
She wasn't my fated mate. Hell, I didn't even believe in that crap anymore. But somehow, she had gotten under my skin, into my head, into... everything.
The worst part? I wasn't angry at Julian. I was angry at myself. For letting her affect me. For caring. For letting some flicker of humanity still exist in me when I had worked so damn hard to snuff it out.
