CINDY’S POV
Damian turned to stone beside me. A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his eyes went cold.
Evelyn didn’t care. She just leaned in, slid her hand under the sheet to rub Damian’s bare calf, soft and affectionate.
“Did you sleep well, my love?”
Damian jerked his leg away from Evelyn’s touch like she’d burned him.
“What the f**k are you on about?” he snapped, every muscle in his body coiled tight.
“What do you want? Why are you here?”
He was fully guarded now.
The warmth he’d shown me two minutes ago was gone, replaced by a wall of pure don’t-f**k-with-me.
Evelyn didn’t even blink. She just tilted her head, that practiced, aristocratic smile curving her lips, and let her gaze slide to me like she’d only just noticed I existed.
“Well, well,” Evelyn drawled, her crisp British vo
