The silence after she left clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Damien’s stare burned into me, his jaw set so tightly I could see the muscle twitch.
“You crossed a line,” he said finally, his voice low but seething.
I tilted my head, unbothered, tracing my finger lazily around the rim of the glass on the counter. “Did I? Or did I just save you from groveling to a ghost who thinks she still owns you?”
His hands slammed onto the counter, caging me in, his breath hot against my face. “You think this is a game?”
I leaned closer, lips brushing the corner of his mouth without quite kissing him. “No, Damien. You think it’s a game. I’m just winning.”
His growl was pure animal, frustration and hunger tangled into one sound. His control cracked—he shoved the glass away, the crash echoing ag
