Katrina’s POV
I thought I could keep it hidden. That moment in the car with Cassian—his voice like velvet, his touch grazing my arm, the near-kiss that burned my lips even though I pulled back. I told myself it was nothing, a slip, a mistake born from desperation. But Damon’s world was a cage of mirrors, and in every reflection he saw too much.
The car ride back to the penthouse was suffocating. Damon didn't speak to me and it was not because of silence—Damon had spoken, casually even, discussing the gala, the investors, the enemies he pretended to call allies. His voice was smooth, steady, controlled. But I sat beside him like a criminal waiting for the sentence, each word falling like a stone in water.
He didn’t look at me once. His hand rested on the leather seat between us, close b
