He was just sitting there, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. He reached for his water glass and took a slow sip, his expression unreadable, almost bored.
As if he hadn’t just threatened two grown men with a single look.
Maya shrugged it off and reached for another prawn. Not worth overthinking. She was finally enjoying her food—and oddly, Damien’s quiet presence beside her didn’t feel as intimidating as it used to.
As everyone lingered over dessert, Trina clapped her hands lightly to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, team—today’s yours. Enjoy the island, take in the sun, reset your brains. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?”
Her gaze shifted directly to Harper. “Okay, Harper?”
Harper blinked, feigning innocence. “Me?”
Trina raised a brow. “Yes. You. Behave.”
A rippl
