~Bianca's POV~
I watched him as his eyes opened slowly, and for the briefest second, disbelief cracked through the cold mask he always wore. He neither blinked nor said a word.
And I—
I had no idea what the hell just came out of my mouth.
'I'll give you me.'
The words had escaped before I could weigh them. Desperation had hurled them forward. There wasn't time for pride, not with Nathan tightening his leash and watching my every move. Somewhere, buried in the fractured haze of my past life, I remembered this: I'd asked Damien for help before.
And he said yes.
For one night.
And that night?
It was the only time I'd ever felt something when someone touched me. Something real. Something alive.
Maybe this would be the same. Just one night. A trade. A favor.
Worth it.
"...What did y
