~Bianca's POV~
She was kneeling between his legs.
Actually kneeling.
I froze.
They pulled apart instantly, like teenagers caught mid-secret. Elena's eyes snapped to me, annoyed, as if I'd interrupted something too precious. Damien looked briefly startled… before recovering in a flash, cool and detached like it was nothing.
Then, without hesitation, he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap.
Like it was nothing.
Like I wasn't even there.
Like this was normal.
It thrilled her… I could tell by the subtle lift of her chin, the smug curve of her lips.
And it infuriated me more than I wanted to admit.
I shouldn't feel this way.
I shouldn't.
But I did.
Now she was draped over him, her arms looped loosely around his neck like she belonged there. I sat stiffly across
