The music swelled around us, a decadent pulse that seemed to mock the tension simmering in the air. Damon’s smirk was lazy but his eyes— those infuriatingly piercing blue eyes— gleamed with something more dangerous.
“Don’t be jealous, babygirl.” His voice was smooth, a low purr that slipped under my skin.
“I’m not jealous,” I snapped, heat rushing to my face, but the way my voice caught made the lie sound paper-thin.
He leaned in, close enough for his breath to graze my cheek. “Don’t worry, baby doll. She’s nothing you need to lose sleep over.”
“Who is she then?” I challenged, folding my arms.
His lips curved into an almost boyish grin, as though my interrogation amused him. “Amara,” he said casually.
“Amara..?” I muttered.
He chuckled, a sound that curled heat in my stomach. “Don’t
