The door slammed open, shattering the fragile tension in the room like glass hitting the floor. Caden and I jumped apart, and my breath caught as Damon stood in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, his eyes dark and dangerous.
“What the hell is this?” Damon’s voice was low, sharp, and colder than I’d ever heard it. The air felt electric, charged with a storm about to break. His gaze darted between me and Caden, piecing together what he had just walked in on.
I took a shaky step back, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. “Damon, I—”
“Don’t,” he cut me off, his voice venomous. He took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t even try to explain this.”
Caden moved, subtly positioning himself in front of me, his body radiating tension. “Back off, Da
