Damien POV
Vander’s breath still burned in my ear when I pulled away.
To make your life a living hell.
For a man like Vander Hardwell, it wasn’t a threat, it was as good as a promise.
But I wouldn't fulfill that.
My spine stiffened as though someone had poured ice water down it.
For a fraction of a second, I lost control of myself, something that I hadn't felt now for years.
But, slowly, I calmed my nerves down, fixing a fake smile across my lips like all was fine.
“Good to see you again, Vander,” I said loud enough for Bianca and any other prying eyes around us to hear.
Vander’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming then he raised his glass of wine to the air. “Likewise, Damian. It's been too long.”
I gave him one last smile, and then turned to walk towards the bar, Bianca follow
