The door had barely stopped vibrating from the slam before Damien turned to me.
Not calmly.
Not rationally.
Something darker had taken over.
“You don’t look at him like that,” he said.
I blinked once. “Like what?”
“Like you’re amused.”
A slow smile curved my lips. “I was.”
That was the wrong answer.
In two strides he was in front of me, hand wrapping around my waist, not painful — but firm enough to remind me exactly how strong he was.
“This isn’t funny,” he said quietly. Too quietly.
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“You are.”
His jaw tightened. His thumb pressed into my hip unconsciously, claiming ground.
“He came here to provoke me,” Damien said. “To test me.”
“And?” I challenged softly. “Did he succeed?”
His eyes dropped to my mouth. Then back to my eyes.
“He look
