Damien’s voice cut clean through the air—low, smooth, but sharp enough to draw blood.
“Whatever Maya once imagined, I’ll make reality look better.”
He stepped forward without hesitation, his presence shifting the entire energy in the room. With practiced ease, he slid his hand to the small of Maya’s back, a possessive gesture that said she was already claimed.
“If she wants lavender and tulips,” he murmured, gaze locked on hers,
“I’ll plant her a kingdom of them.”
Ethan’s smile faltered, but before he could respond, Ashcroft’s voice followed—cool, amused, and laced with a warning.
“Careful, Miller.” He leaned just slightly forward, his grin lazy but his eyes razor sharp.
“Fantasies tend to end badly.”
Maya’s breath caught—not because of Ethan anymore, but because of Damien’s quiet
