CHAPTER 13:
Damian's POV
The door of my car shut with a quiet thud, sealing me in silence, and I sat there for a long moment with the scent of her still clinging to my senses.
In my hand was Lucien D’amato’s business card. I flexed my fingers, looking at the expensive paper and then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I tore it in half. Then again, and again, until it was just a small pile of confetti. I let the pieces fall from my fingers onto the dashboard. She wouldn’t be calling him.
My control had been paper-thin in there. When my skin had touched hers, a jolt of pure lightning had shot straight through me, and my wolf had roared to the surface, howling one single, demanding word: Mate.
I had almost lost myself entirely, almost leaned in and claimed her mouth with mine. The urge ha
