Aria's pov
The brush slipped in my hand, my face warming in shock and disbelief.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.
"Alpha Damien, what did you say?" My voice came out quieter than I meant, uncertain but still defiant.
"Use your hands," he said sharply, impatience cutting through his tone. "Don't make me repeat myself."
My hesitation was obvious.
His eyes moved to my hands. His stare was so intense that Lily, my wolf, started pacing inside me, uneasy and restless.
With a short, angry breath, I tossed the brush into the tub, sending water splashing against the marble.
Damien didn't react. He simply leaned back, eyes half-closed, waiting.
I bit my lip, then bent forward, letting my palms rest on the hard lines of his shoulders. His skin was hot, almost bur
