Damon’s POV
The night air cut sharply against my skin, slicing through the haze of Kiara’s perfume that still clung to my jacket. I hated that it lingered, sweet, heavy, poisonous like an unwelcome reminder of her whispered promises. Promises meant to pull me back into her web, meant to make me forget the one woman I couldn’t seem to let go of.
“If you walk out that door, Damon… I swear you’ll regret it.”
Her voice rang in my head, velvet-coated and dangerous. She wanted me to forget Isabella, to let her fade into silence while Kiara wrapped herself around me again.
But I couldn’t.
No matter how many times I told myself I should, no matter how many nights I tried drowning Isabella out with work, Kiara, or even anger… I couldn’t. The more I tried to bury her, the deeper she carved hers
