Skylar’s POV~
The next morning, the storm had faded to a miserable drizzle, but inside, the atmosphere was suffocating. I had changed out of the sinful silk nightgown into a pair of loose cotton shorts and a t-shirt that felt like a flimsy shield against the men waiting downstairs.
I tried to scrub the memory of the night off me in the shower, but the phantom heat of Damian’s hands, the roughness of Dex’s voice, and the cold intensity of Rafe’s stare refused to wash away.
I descended the stairs, my bare feet silent on the runner, but my heart was thundering against my ribs.
I paused at the threshold of the dining room, the double doors slightly ajar.
They were already there, occupying the space like three kings ruling over a kingdom of glass.
Damian sat at the head of the table, a m
