I shouldn't have glanced up at Damian's office window again. But I did, and he was still there, standing behind the glass like a storm cloud waiting to break.
Liam followed my look and gave a small smile. “Ah. Now I get it.”
I looked away fast. “Get what?”
“The tension.”
My stomach knotted. “There’s no tension.”
Liam chuckled. “Aurora, I might not know him well, but I know men. That guy upstairs looks like he wants to kill me.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “You’re imagining things.”
“No,” he said evenly. “I don’t think I am.”
Before I could reply, the mansion doors swung open. Damian walked out, black shirt tucked into dark gray pants, his expression carved from ice. His eyes locked straight on Liam.
The air thickened at once. Liam noticed too. The two men couldn’t have been more diffe
