Katrina’s POV
I should have known the gala wouldn’t end quietly.
The moment Damon’s hand pressed against the small of my back, guiding me away from the glittering chandeliers and whispered stares, I knew something was waiting for me. Something worse than the hungry eyes of his rivals or the mocking smiles of women who looked at me like I was a toy wearing the wrong dress.
No, what waited for me was Damon himself.
The elevator ride was so silent. He didn’t look at me, didn’t speak, but his presence filled the space until my skin prickled. His jaw was set, his eyes like polished steel in the reflection of the mirrored wall.
He didn’t need to say anything—I already knew I’d crossed a line.
I’d defied him. In front of his world.
And Damon Cross didn’t let defiance go unpunished.
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