CH 5 A Line in the Sand
425 Words
Two nights later, Damien sent another message.
Gala. Eight o’clock. Wear something that makes people stare.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t deny the flicker of anticipation that curled low in my stomach. He had a way of making every request sound like a dare.
By the time I arrived, the ballroom was a constellation of crystal chandeliers and glittering gowns. Cameras flashed at the entrance, catching the swirl of silk and the gleam of diamonds.
Damien was waiting just inside. Black suit. Crisp white shirt. No tie, the top buttons undone like he’d decided formality only applied to everyone else. His gaze swept over me once — deliberate, slow — and something unreadable flickered in his eyes.
“You pass,” he murmured.
“I wasn’t aware I was being graded,” I said, brushing past him.
“Oh, you’re always being graded,” he replied, his hand coming to rest lightly at the small of my back as he guided me forward.
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We mingled, exchanging polite smiles with people whose names I’d only seen in magazines. But every so often, I’d feel his eyes on me — not the casual glance of a man keeping track of his date, but the sharp focus of someone cataloging every movement.
Halfway through the evening, a man approached. Tall, charming, the kind of easy confidence that belonged to someone used to being liked.
“Elara, isn’t it?” he asked. “I’ve heard about your designs. Would you mind if I stole you for a dance?”
Before I could answer, Damien’s hand closed around mine. Firm. Unyielding.
“She’s busy,” he said, his tone smooth but edged with steel.
The man blinked, then smiled faintly. “Of course. Maybe another time.” He walked away without pressing.
I turned to Damien, heat rising in my chest. “You didn’t have to—”
“Yes, I did.” His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the undercurrent. “If someone wants your attention, they can go through me.”
My heart kicked harder, equal parts irritation and something far more dangerous. “You don’t own me.”
His gaze held mine, steady and unflinching. “Not yet.”
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Later, as we stood near the balcony, the city lights stretching endlessly below, he leaned closer. “You’re in my world now, Elara. And in my world, I protect what’s mine.”
I should have walked away. But my feet didn’t move.
Because deep down, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
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