Scarlet’s POV
Quickly, he stood me up and set the plate back on the table. Clearing his throat, he gestured awkwardly.
“Eat the rest,” he said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
He slid his chair back into place, his composure clearly shaken.
“I only wanted to help since you weren’t—”
“It’s fine,” I cut in, watching the chaos flicker in his eyes. I could smell his fear from miles away.
He was trembling, but why? I hadn’t asked him to come close. Yet the moment I mentioned something poking me, he panicked. His heart was racing so fast I could hear it.
Was he that terrified of touching me?
Could Emma have been right—was there something more to him? Or was Callan right after all? That Damien, no matter how soft he seemed now, was still a beast underneath?
“Why are you staring?” he asked
