“Excuse me! Who are you?” Dr. Harris rose from his seat, brows knitted in confusion.
Damien didn’t spare him a glance.
His gaze was locked on Emma—furious, cutting, and far too knowing.
“So this is your personal reason for taking leave?” he said, voice low and poisonous. “You came here… for him?”
“That’s none of your business,” Emma snapped, trying to yank her hand free.
His grip only tightened, unbudging, iron-strong.
Davis stood behind him, tense and pale. Damien looks like he’s two seconds away from burning this entire hospital down. One wrong word from Emma—and she was finished.
“None of my business?” Damien repeated, a humorless laugh escaping him. “Fine. Then answer me this…”
His head tilted, eyes narrowing.
“Who,” he drawled, “the hell is Evan?”
Emma froze.
A tremor went
