DAMIEN
“End Amelia, by 9:40,” the writing read. “Launch campaign strategy.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at those words. It couldn’t be true, right? Victor was a vile man, but would he really kill Aunt Amelia?
“Damien,” Nicho’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” I snapped, tearing the page from the book. “Everything’s fine.”
I grabbed another sheet, pretending to tidy the table. When I was done, I avoided Nicho’s gaze.
“I should get going,” I muttered, turning away from him before he could ask more questions.
“Don’t you want more of me?” Nicho asked, his voice tinged with frustration.
“No!” I snapped. “I need to go.”
“You can’t keep doing this, Damien. One minute you’re begging me to touch you, and the next—”
“You said you understood what it
