Damien didn’t move aside.
He filled the doorway like a wall—calm, controlled, lethal.
“You don’t come here uninvited,” he said evenly.
The son laughed under his breath. “Relax. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
His eyes slid to me again.
Unapologetic. Assessing.
I stepped forward before Damien could block me.
“If you’re here to stare,” I said coolly, “there are museums for that.”
His mouth curved slightly. “You talk bold.”
“I don’t repeat myself.”
The air tightened.
Damien’s voice dropped half a degree. “Say what you came to say.”
The son straightened, rolling his shoulders like he was settling into a show.
“Mother’s upset,” he said lightly. “You humiliated her.”
I tilted my head. “Your mother came to my door.”
“And you think you won?” he asked, gaze sharpen
