Wren
The bathroom door swung shut behind Serena, but her threat clung to the air like smoke. I gripped the edge of the sink, my reflection staring back at me wide-eyed, lipstick smudged from where I’d bitten down too hard.
Enjoy whatever time you have left with Liam… and Damon.
What kind of mother says that? What kind of woman stalks into a bathroom just to hiss warnings like some villain in a bad thriller?
And why the hell did she think I was a threat? Damon had made it perfectly clear just the nanny, feelings not his concern.
She knew me.
Has she been watching the whole time?
I splashed cold water on my face. Get it together, Wren.
Mark’s smile faltered as I slid back into the booth. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I lied, reaching for my wine glass. “Just too much wine.”
His brow furrowed
