Rain hammered against the terrace like a thousand whispering warnings.
Elena stood frozen as Damian stared at her through the glass door—drenched, unmoving, eyes burning with an emotion she couldn’t decipher. Not anger. Not jealousy.
Something far more dangerous.
Slowly, he stepped forward. The glass door slid open with a hiss, letting in a rush of cold, rain-soaked air.
“Inside,” Damian said softly—too softly.
Lucas reacted instantly, stepping between them. “She’s not going anywhere with you tonight.”
Damian didn’t even spare him a glance. His gaze was glued to Elena like gravity itself.
“Elena,” he repeated, voice steady but threaded with steel. “Come here.”
Her throat constricted. Lucas’s warning echoed behind her.
“You don’t have to go.”
But she did.
Not because she feared D
