Damien's POV
The house was quieter than usual, but the silence did nothing to calm my thoughts. The day had been long—training, strategy meetings, and the constant battle in my head that came with Remi's presence. She was everywhere, her laugh echoing in the halls, her scent lingering after she left a room.
It was maddening.
I stood by the fireplace in my study, staring at the flames. The bourbon in my glass wasn't helping, but I took another sip anyway. The firelight flickered across the walls, but all I could think about was her.
When the knock came at the door, I didn't bother turning around. "Come in."
She entered, her steps soft but deliberate, the same way she did everything—graceful, measured, and utterly disarming. "Busy?" she asked, her voice light, but there was
