CHAPTER 6:
Damian's POV
The next morning, I walked into Blackthorn Enterprises with the same confidence and calmness I always carried wherever I went, which I admit was part of my charm.
The sun was high, but the glass walls of the building made everything feel cooler and somehow sharper, as if reflected dazzlingly off the cool pair of sunglasses I wore.
As soon as I stepped through the doors of Blackthorn Enterprises, the whole lobby went silent, and phones stopped ringing while people froze mid-step.
I felt their eyes, both humans and werewolves alike, aimed straight at me. The women were the worst, and more than a few of them gasped softly when they saw me, while others tried to hide their smiles, and some waved or tossed their hair in that way they thought was subtle enough to cat
