Damien's POV
"You let her go in there alone?" Julian's voice was sharp, his usual calm veneer cracked as he paced back and forth in front of the fireplace.
"I didn't let her do anything," I replied, leaning against the doorframe, bourbon in hand. "Remi doesn't exactly ask for permission. She pushed past me."
Julian stopped mid-stride, pinning me with an accusatory glare. "And Serena? How'd that go?"
I smirked, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. "Well, let's just say Serena didn't expect to see Remi standing there breathing, let alone slapping her hard enough to rattle the chains. She got the message."
"That's not funny," Julian muttered, his brow furrowed as he resumed pacing.
"No, it's not," I agreed, my tone darkening. "But it was necessary. Remi needed to face he
