Katrina’s POV
The kiss still burned on my lips, the taste of Damon’s fury and desperation clinging to me like smoke. My body was trembling, not from fear anymore, but from something far more dangerous—something I didn’t want to name.
When he pulled back, his hand was still on my jaw, his thumb grazing over my lower lip as though testing if the heat of the kiss had truly happened. His eyes were wild, shadowed, but there was something softer there too. A secret I wasn’t supposed to see.
Without a word, Damon turned, fingers curling around my wrist. The grip was firm, possessive, but not cruel. He didn’t drag me as he usually did when anger ruled him. No—this was different. He was leading me somewhere.
I barely realized where until the heavy door creaked open.
The master bedroom.
I froz
