Damien’s POV
She was in my arms and that's all that mattered. Even though Lila was slowly coming between us, I would use her secrets against her. I’d carry it alone.
Elena murmured something soft in her sleep and pressed closer, her bare breasts brushing against my chest, her leg sliding over mine. The contact sent a fresh wave of heat through me, but it was laced with something darker now, desperation. The guilt was eating me alive, a constant burn in my chest that no amount of whiskey or power could dull. I had lied to her face again and again. I had f****d her to silence her questions. And now, with Victor’s words still ringing in my ears and the evidence against Lila burning a hole in my mind, I felt the walls closing in.
I couldn’t lose her. I wouldn’t.
My hand slid down her body,
