Damien’s POV
Elena’s breathing had finally evened out against my chest, her body soft and spent in my arms. I held her close, one hand stroking slowly up and down her bare back, the other tangled in her hair. The room still smelled like s*x and her, that sweet, familiar scent that always made my chest ache with possession. She had come apart so beautifully under me again, moaning my name, forgetting the shouting she had heard. For a little while, I had made her forget.
But I couldn’t forget.
Victor’s voice kept echoing in my head. The way he had shouted her name. The claims he had thrown at me like knives. The confirmation that Lila hadn’t been lying about the blood tie. Every time Elena shifted in her sleep, pressing closer to me like I was still her safe place, the guilt twisted harde
